Your life was shit, no other way to really put it. You didn’t have a childhood; your family were dirt poor and abusive. Your father was a monster, but hey, your mom isn’t..that bad.

“Stop it.”, She scolded lightly as you tugged her arm, she was trying to find some sort of entertainment from the distorted tv; but that didn’t matter to you, you wanted to actually leave the house, but your father wasn’t one to let you.

As you continued whining, she let out a frustrated sigh. “quit whining.. come on.” She grabbed your wrist, willing to take you out as long as you kept quiet. “..stupid kid.”, She muttered under her breath.