***Okay, so I have decided to make a book/diary to get my mind off things. Hope you enjoy! And I haven't figured what to title it yet so comment ideas if you want?****
Chapter 1.
December 21, 2010. The date i dread the most. The one square I wish I could cut out from the rest in the calender. It was the end of an old life, and the start of a new one. Sometimes i wish I could take it all back. Taking back every action done to make it come to that one day. That leads me to another date, which is the worst day of my life, but it makes me wonder if everything actually does happen for a reason. I guess I should explain- My name's Abby. Brown hair, blue/green eyes, 14 years old. I will start from the beginning.
Thanksgiving break of 2010 is when my whole life slipped through my hands like sand. It was the Saturday after we got let out of school for Thanksgiving. My brother P-Jaye went to have a jolly-good time with his friend Russell, in Florida together. My dad lives in New Jersey after the divorce. So I was stuck in the melancholic town of Burleson, Texas with my drunk mother and her dopey boyfriend, Marty. He couldn't treat a woman with respect all day if his life depended on it. Sure, he can be a gentleman, but once nobody's watching, his true colors do show a lot. I had just eaten dinner, and my mom was already making her way out the door to go to the bar. Marty too but they're going their seperate ways for the night. "Okay honey, I will be home later on tonight," Mom says. "I'm going out with LeeAnn to Cooter Browns, you will probably be in bed when I get back." I glance at her club outfit and switch back to the TV.
"I'm going out too," Marty interupts "My ride should be here any minute."
They both leave in a matter of minutes, and that leaves me stuck home. I wasn't really the social type then, so I had so major plans for calling people and inviting them over. I sauntered to my bedroom at about midnight and fell asleep tiresomely. At about 2 a.m. my mother came home with a couple friends. Marty soon stumbled through the doorway after 2:30. The problem lies here- LeeAnn saw two guys she knew and they followed my mom and her to our house. Marty has jealousy biting his butt everytime another man likes my mom. I was awake by now listening to their loud voices, slurring almost every word. I'm getting angry because i absolutely cannot sleep. I sit there texting Kyla, talking about drunk parents and how much i hate my life. The good stuff. It comes to about 4 a.m. when it gets really bad. The guys that followed mom home are leaving, and Marty is raging with his firing fists of anger. He follows them out the door and swings a drunken punch at one of them. The guy falls to the ground trying to dodge it. My mom flies out the door and tries to prevent something that has already been done. She saw it coming but did nothing. She screams at Marty as he carries his 6'6" body through the door and slurs cuss words. She bounds through the door shouting every hurtful thing she can think of. Him doing the same. "Get the f*ck out of my house! Get out!" he bellows. He scares me when he's ludicrous. I start crying. Tears coming like sharp staps to my stomach. I can't see anymore. They won't stop. The hollering continues for well over 15 minutes. I call my dad, struggling to dial the numbers.
"Hello?" a weary voice appeared on the other line.
"Dad?" I sob. "I don't like it here, I want to live with you. I hate my life. He's scaring me," I manage to go that far before he stops me.
"What happened little buddy?" he asks hurridely. But I continue to cry, wetting the phone with my painful tears.
"I-I...Mom an-and Marty are fighti-ing," I manage to say, but at that moment I hear a slam and a scream. I bawl hard into my hands.
"It's okay buddy. Calm down. You can come live with me as soon as possible," he whispers softly. "Just try to calm down for now."
"O-okay." I take a couple deep breaths.
"Do you want me to stay on the phone?" he asks.
"No, it's okay...."
"Call back again later, okay?"
"Okay." and I hang up the phone. I weep quietly in my pillow and clench my stuffed dog to my chest. My favorite stuffed animal. He's been with me through everything. My mom walks through the door at that moment. I hide my face to disguise the tears. She sits on my bed staring at me. Her face is stained with mascara tears and her wrist is bruised. I cry again, harder than before. She says one thing- "Oh honey..."- before rising and leaving. She leaves the door cracked and screams one last thing. "Stop! You're making me cry, and my daughter is having a mental breakdown in there!" He stormed out the house and didn't say a word. LeeAnn walks in my room and starts giving me a Jesus talk, and how I should pray when these kind of things happen. I despise her sometimes. I'm not sure where I stand for religion but I don't really fancy church or Jesus talks. I call my dad later at 6 a.m., and he answers on the second ring, this time more awake. I don't know what I love more about him: the fact that he's moving me in with him or that he stayed up all night waiting for my call cause that's how much he used to care.
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