?Tom, I don't love you anymore. In fact, there is a part of you that I've hated for a long time. And now that part of you I hate is all that's left. I'm leaving and I'm taking Amy. Don't say anything. There's nothing left to say." Those were the words that changed everything.?
Both my parents have been everlastingly arguing. My mum is always the one who causes fights to begin. I sometimes felt like I?m to be blamed. Having to try stopping them from these devastating fights was impossible and had been extremely difficult. Things only got worse day after day.
I remember the day they announced the divorce. I was upstairs in my room. I heard some noises, I thought it was just my mother starting another argument with my father as usual, trying to ignore them wasn?t the best way but I couldn?t cope listening to them. Then I threw my book on the carpet, slowly opened the door to the voice of my mother screaming at my father. I kept silent, I heard my father crying so much . I could tell he was heart broken and crestfallen. It was the first time I heard my dad crying that much. A spine went down my throat, took a deep breath knowing something went wrong between the two of them. I quickly ran down the stairs wondering what had happened. My dad stood against the kitchen door crying. I stood still in shock and fear, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of my father and what state he was in. Drops of tears were rolling down his cheeks.
My mum just couldn?t handle things at all. She was very aggressive, angry but the worst thing is she always misunderstood things. The shocking news for me was when my father told me she had announced the divorcement. He couldn?t look at my face, he put his head down. His eyes looking at the ground, while tears rolled down his cheeks which landed on the floor.
I didn?t even know everything about why they got divorced however, my mum just wouldn?t even allow me to speak to her about it. I heard most of what was said.
From what I could make out was my dad was not allowing my mom to go out with her friends to the disco because it was two in the morning. He kept saying to her in a harsh tone, "What are you, some kind of teenager?" Her tone in return was trying to remain calm but had that hint of a higher pitch, answering "I deserve to have a night out with my friends! Just because it's so late doesn't mean anything! I am an adult Tom. You can't just make me stay home all day long!"
"Then I will take you." he said sternly.
That is when the high pitched tone from mom became a yell
"SO YOU CAN SPY ON ME!? WHAT, YOU DON'T TRUST ME!? GET OVER YOURSELF Tom I'M GOING AND THAT'S THAT! and one of my friend?s is Driving!!" It went quiet for a moment.
I was only thirteen when my mom divorced my dad, and to be honest it wasn't easy. I wasn't happy with them separating but mostly I wasn't happy because I was separating from them. well, from my dad at least, he was the only person I really loved. He always loved me and held his arm out when I needed a true friend to talk to, share my thoughts with and he would listen to everything I would say with no doubt.
There?s no reason why I should be blaming my mother why she was acting like this. My dad cheated on her with another women 2 years ago, It was a big shock to her. As she found out, she busted into tears and was wretched. As her mother lives in a different country she couldn?t really go to her since she didn?t have enough money or savings. Mum never got along with my dad after he cheated on her, she used to be so lovely and was always true to him, but he just cheated on her because he felt he needed a better women who would spend more time home rather than being outside most of the time in Disco?s or clubs dancing the night out.
At the same type I don?t blame my dad he wanted a woman to take care of him, show him love, keep his company and someone that would spend some time at home looking after her children and her husband, but it seemed like it was a difficult command for her to respond to.
I?m the lost kid in between in this family. My mum and dad are continuously arguing whilst my brother and sister are out there having fun with their bf?s or gf?s or friends in fact as they call it ?m8?. Whereas am in between my parent?s arguing, I just listen and suffer from pain with nobody to talk to.
My dad couldn?t handle my mum very much. In the middle of the night I walked towards my parents room at the age of 6 and saw my dad beating my mum on the bed. The door wasn?t closed I sneaked a out in the little gap between the door. Whilst my mum was lying down my bed, my dad grabbed his trousers belt of and kept on whipping her all over her body.
Two months after mum found out about dad cheating on her she developed into a bi-polar disorder, suffering from depression and eating disorders. Her temper was enormously bad, handling her temper was extremely difficult and the only way to make her calm was breaking what was in f
in front her which was one of her weaknesses.
My mum had one rule which my dad had to command or else she would no longer live with him as she said. I can remember her words ? YOU EITHER DIVORCE HER OR YOU EITHER DIVORCE ME!!!? she shouted sternly. Of course my dad loved his other wife but he had to divorce her, he was lucky he didn?t have kids from her as he was married to her for 3 months.
My Dad is a good man, he?s kind unlike my mum. Ever since I was born he took me out, never made me feel like I was alone. He has been my super hero ever since I was born until this day. The best person I?ve ever known. He gave me everything I wanted, from freedom to love. I never had any problems with him. However, Mum was always the opposite of Dad. Mum is the prettiest lady I have ever seen. Yet, her temper is equal to her prettiness. She was almost always annoyed and would never allow me to do anything I wanted without a valued reason. My mum has dictated my life ever since I could remember.
A shiver went down my spine as I began throwing everything I could possibly think of into my suitcase.
Dad tried to speak but mum was acting like a vicious tiger. I rushed to my room quickly, whilst hearing my mum yelling at my dad in a very dangerous tone. ? I have no time to waste listening to you now just shut up and don't utter a word.? she shouted. I stood in shock and fear starring at my window blinds while drops of tears were trickling down my face.
I was paranoid, very hurt, nervous and heart sore no words could describe how I felt at the current time. I got a bad sense of taste, couldn?t figure out what it was!. I couldn?t help do anything but cry. I busted into tears, shook my head in disgrace. There was no chance for me to leave my father alone since I, my brother and sister had to come with us of course!. ? wish I?d done something back at the time.?
I could hear my mom's slow but angry footsteps approaching.
My Dad However, is different. He grants my every wish no matter how extreme they maybe. My mother hates how much my dad spoils me.
Mum has the smallest brown eyes, they are totally adorable. She is not very tall therefore wears high heels most of the times she goes out to public.
Mum was talking on the phone whilst lying down the sofa. Suddenly she decided that there's no need to stay here when nothing was holding us to. ?Mum bolted into the kitchen with a tomato-red face and began to scream in a thundering voice.? She was on the phone a couple of seconds ago giggling! ?That?s how weird my mother can be sometimes?
"Amy pack your suitcase with everything you need were getting out of here today!" Mum screamed at me, grabbed me from the back of my ti-shirt pushed me up the stairs so I would start moving, "Shoo!" was her last word before I went to pack. I didn?t even get the chance to speak up for myself.
She passed by my room and gave me a look of disgust and disbelief it was so cold I thought I would freeze. It petrified me down to the bone, and I was motionless for a few seconds.? She walked into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. The noise echoed in my ears even though I put my hands on my ears and shut my eyes very tightly to drown out the sound. I went towards my wall which was right near my room and heard crying and the banging of dressers. I knew she was packing her suitcase. The opening of the door disturbed my thoughts. A spine went down my throat. My mom came out with puffy red eyes and make up ruined from her tears. I knew she was up to something. ?Didn't I tell you to get your stuff? What's taking so long what? do you think this is easy for me? Can't you behave for once and listen to instructions!.? She shouted.
Mum called my sister and brother, told them to pack their suitcase with everything they need.
They didn?t even bother thinking whether we?re moving out for ever or why they announced the divorce, Because if they asked for sure my mum would have been yelling at them!.
We moved out, that is after mum went to the party. her and her friends are like hyper teens, they haven't grown up fully yet.
Mum's best friend, Emily , is the solid core of the hyper tree and her kids are just as bad, apart from Lucy , she was growing up good and fast but
with Andrea, Lucy and Aaron in her life, for her its like a disco, but for others more like a roller coaster.
When Emily and my mum were younger they used to be careless teens, but now they're careless mothers.
When Emily's farther died, unlike everyone else, she turned up late to the funeral and with make-up all over her face like she was a child's test subject. Then instead of going to the reception after she went to a disco. The funeral dragged on for hours she said. Her eyes were forced to concentrate on the only other person who wasn't sad
Her eyes were forced to concentrate on the only other person who wasn't sad.
Not like anyone was crying, as they were all overwhelmed with other issues.
"What time does this end?"
One man checked his large watch, and sighed heavily. He turned to the woman beside him and mumered.
"How did He dye anyway?"
Nobody answered she said. Emily kept on talking on and on about it. ?No this wasn?t why i looked at the unsaddened women. i looked at her because she was my mom.
Her blonde hair was long and wavy, trailing down to her tank top and reated at her mini skirt. This would not have bothered me as much if it was in black but the flureante pink glitter more then her made up face, that was pasted with the look of boredom, as she let her head hang back in impatient.?
Oh! She is so annoying personally I didn?t like her not that she hangs around in disco?s all night long but the way she acts, how she walks. The night before my mum announced the divorcement they were out together as she came to
walk with my mum to the disco, she walked like a slut bragging around for sex. Ever since I knew her she acted like a prostitute dressed up in mini skirts, very high heels and lots of foundation that doesn?t suit her skin. Her make-up was always messed up.
"For God sake! We get it he was a good man." Mom walked over to the priest and shoved him out the way. "Okay, how many of you know have something more important then this?" Mum?s best friend Emily said
i felt so sorry for her children, especially Lucy, me and her were best friends before we moved out. i couldn't understand how she could cope in that house with her teen mother being so careless
Chapter 2
The New City
So we moved to another city called London which is in the UK. Actually she moved, I was just dragged. Against my will of course. My mum couldn?t care less. I couldn?t even hug my dad for the last time, apparently I had no right!. She was on the phone hysterically laughing. I was disappointed.
@SH: actually i changed parts of the story and added chapter 2 aswell
I just didn?t understand how she had the guts to act like that.
We got the virgin train from Wales to London, It wasn?t a direct train. We changed at Cardiff and arrived to London about one or one hour and thirty minutes after.
I really don't know where to start from. My new home seemed to be full of surprises. London, the biggest city in the UK, was abuzz with people and cars, with no one having the time to look back. As we reached our hotel, we moved in to our 'little house', as mum loved to call it, we were already moving in to our new home. While Joe, my brother, was, as always, busy talking to his girlfriend, and my sis trying her friend's number incessantly on her new mobile to tell her about her moving towns, I was wondering how Dad must've been feeling back home alone in Wales, trying his best to keep his anger under control.
The blue black carpet was giving a gloomy look to the attic that was the so called 'room' that we had moved in to.
The walls had a cream paint all over which gave them a broad and wide look, accompanying the high ceiling of the house. I couldn't stop thinking how the four of us could adjust within such a small space with absolutely no privacy. The thought of it was simply ridiculous!.
Ughh!! No words could explain how I felt for the whole day. We arrived to the hotel in the middle of the morning. Simply nothing could stop me from thinking about dad all day long. Whilst wearing my pyjamas in the toilet (ridiculous I know!) I saw a snail, I picked it up and kept talking to it wishing it would answer back.
I sat on the toilet seat palm on my chin hoping god would get me the heal out of this hotel as soon as possible. Thinking about running away wasn?t a very good idea since it would only make things worse really. Mum would get into more arguments with dad and of course she would blame accuse him of telling me to go back to our old house back in Wales.
the second chapter i have just started it isn't done yet thanks :)
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