• I was fourteen when it happened.
    "Mom, why are we leaving?" I said with a blank expression. I didn't really have an expression when I was with family. I only show my true expressions and feelings to my friends. (I hate my family.)

    "Because, I can't live with dad anymore." she touched her arm. I knew my dad was abusing my mom ever since I was nine. I pretended not to notice or talk about it. I knew it would cause more trouble for my mom. I hated the fact that I couldn't do anything about this. One day, my mom, my sisters and my brother left to go to my mom's boyfriend's house. We lived there for a half of a year. My parents always used to fight with each other. I learned to like living there. But one day my mom decided it was hard to live in someone's house. So we went back to my dad's house. My parent's hadn't officially gotten a divorce due to lack of money. My dad was hiding money from my mom. My mom had nothing. We were in dept, my dad never payed the bills, he never came home. He always went out with girls. My mom once went on his E-mail account and there was about one-hundred pictures of my dad and different girls in each picture. He'd either be kissing them, or doing them. I hated my dad so much. Whenever he was home, he'd beat my mom or yell at her or us. He left us on Christmas to be with his girlfriends. I always thought, "Why do I have to live this?" but I understand that I had to go through this. Everyone goes through something bad. Why don't I give it a try?

    TO BE CONTINUED.