I stared down at the pennies and the money i hard tried so hard to sace, for when i really need it.But the fact was, i just couldnt imagine going away fro the hme my mother and my siste had lived in, so much longer than th reast of these..bafoons.It hurt,to say that the house my mom had worked so hard for was now just a dump for the mens waste, and all the other junk. When they went somewhere and left me behind, i would sit in the living room and look at old pictures. Thne i would just clean. Hoping when they all came bak, instead of pizza stains and pop spilled pants i would find the men i use to look up[or down] to. I hoped that things wouldnt end the same, ever. See when my dad came home drunk he would ruff house with the guys and then beat up us girls, with a punch punch and and kick or two then start to lure mom inot the bedroom, she always would try to make up an excuse not to go in because by now she knew what would hapen, he would take her in and beat her, with close hangers and books and anthing that might hurt her. She would pretend to be knocked out if she couldnt take it anymore. Me and my sister would just lay on my bed till she came wobbling int my room and we would treat her wounds and help her feel better and loved. Then we would sit together and pray. pray with all our hearts to get what we needed most...freedom. But it just got worse, that when she decided to give up with the faking and fight back. Well one night my so called dad had a few to manny beers and stabbed her, in the neck too. We only heard him yell with agony as he realized that he had murdered her. So he just went to jail, got out on bail after he had me and my sister to rob our neighbors, just to get him out of jail. It wasnt fair, i just coudnt stand the tought of it, and when it got bad, he got out of jail,then it started again, except it was with my sister. I couldnt help but notice the depression that seemed to take over her eyes, her grades lowered, her life just sunk away till one mroning, i didnt see her at school, so i went home and in the bathtub she layed.Dead. She had slit her wrist and died, and by her a note that sait she would say hi to mom for me. I cried fro days because now i realized....
i...was alone
Drama
Created on 12-19-07
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Story Rating G
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