"Ashley, you dont understand..."
"The fuck I don't understand! You pulled me away from a family that loves me, my boyfriend, a good life. I was actully nice, and polite there. I was a GOOD KID mom... a fuckin good kid? Belive it? I didn't think so. You pulle me away from happiness and people I love. For that, I hate you." I screamed, and looked her strait in the eye. I tear found it's way out as she look at me.
"I didn't do it." she whispered so softly it was almost like it wasn't said. I looked at her again, this time with a little sympathy.
"What?" I asked, in almost the same low voice.
"I didn't do it. One day we got a call. A guy with a kinda shallow voice, saying that you would be home soon. I didn't know what to do. I wanted you back, but I knew... I knew you found some place you liked, because you didn't come back. As much as I love you, I knew you wouldn't be abused by Roger wherever you were. I tried filing for divorce. That's where this came from," my mom said, pointing to a scar above her eye. I started crying. I couldn't belive this.
Before I knew what happened, Roger, my step-dad, burst in the door and started screaming at us both. I can't remember them now, but he went strait for me. He hit me, and my mom yelled at him. She got smacked for that one. Then he started punching me. Belive me, I hit back, but it was way too hard. He got my stomich, which hadn't been feeling good anyway, and I felt a sharp pain and started bleeding.
Right then I blanked out.
Linx
