Chapter 2- Okay guys, this is Jamie and its my turn lol so tell me what you think.  And im the graphic one so yeah, its detailed. even the bad parts. so if you don't like, don't read.

With the music blasting I ignored the comments my mother was making to Maddi. The song I had on reminded me of alot.... My life and most important... my father.

The door slammed telling me he was home... drunk.
" Kathleen! Get over here!" I heard the patter of my mothers footsteps running by my bedroom door.
" I thought I told you to have dinner ready when I get home!?"
" Dear.... Its late...." I heard the sounds of muffled yelling as they moved the yelling match down to the basement. I kept hearing smashing and yelling, I knew what was happening. I had seen it so many times before.
After a few hours the noise stopped and I heard mom come up the stairs, sobbing. I heard him stomping up after her, I knew he would hurt her again so this time i ducked under the covers. But to my suprise  he didn't follow her into the bedroom, he stopped at mine.  Opening the door he stagged in, and stopped at the foot of my bed.
" Daddy's home honey, so how much do you love me?" He walked over and stroked my face, brushing my bangs away.  His glazed eyes and breath were horrid, the smell alone made me want to puke. After the humiliating hours of pleasing him I fell asleep, crying.
" Ann! Where here!" I took the ear buds out and and looked out to see the statue of liberty. I smiled at the amazing view of Ellis Island and the ocean. Driving to Staton Island we finally found our street after hours of mom getting lost, typical.  \
" Ok girls, here we are, 31 Emmerson Hill Rd." We pulled in to a spanish style mansion. It was just as pretty as the house back in Cali. I nodded at mom and grabbed my suitcases from the back, still with the labels from rehab. Dragging them behind me i made my way inside to the top floor, I wanted a room with privacy and a view. What kind of place is New York anyway?