Hold On

-4th week of school-

~Em~

I want to go home. Not back to the new house, back to my old house in England. I hated how I had to move here. All thanks to...

"EMMA!?"

I wince as I hear the front door slam shut and my mom yells for me.

"Get yyyou're ass overrrr heeeere girl!" She slurred as she stumbled towards the kitchen.

Great, she's drunk. Again.

No point in running, I just deal with her constant yelling and beatings until she tires herself out.

Am I scared of her?

Yes.

Am I scared of her beatings?

No.

I deserve them.

"Y-yes mother..?" I say weakly as I walk into the kitchen.

"Why the fuck are you just sitting around on your ass when this place is a fucking mess?!?!" She screamed in my face and punched me in the mouth a few times.

"I-I-I'm sorry mother, I'll start n-now" I whimpered as blood began to pour from my lip.

"You piece of shit! You're nothing you hear me?! You're a disgrace to me! You're a useless bitch that can't do a simple fucking task when you're told to!" She spat as she kicked me to the ground.

I did nothing but take it. It's not like I can do much anyways. It'll pass.

"You faggot! Nobody loves you! You're weak! You belong with those freaks back in England! You're a waste of a life! That's all you'll ever be! You're so fucking pathetic!!" she says as she kicks me in the stomach until I'm coughing up bits of blood.

She spits on me and goes upstairs to her room and slams her door.

"It's over for today Em." I say in my head.

I attempt to get up but I failed and cry out in pain. I try again but fall; I eventually give up and just lay on the cold tiled floor crying for my pathetic life.

I just wanna die.