Short Stories/Imagines

my mother

When i was a little girl, i always wanted to be like my mom. I always looked up to her as if she was the best thing, because at the time being, she was my world. we did everything together. She worked from 4pm on weekdays until around 9, which was a 2am time range to me as a 2/3 year old. So, while she worked my step dad took care of me. Fast forward a year or two, and my little brother was born. My step dad, who i had become very close with, had stopped caring for me as much as he did previous to my new sibling. I missed the attention. I got bullied by my so called "friend" in preschool after i told her about my brother, she said my dad wouldn't love me anymore. My mom was only around for a few weeks everyday after having my brother, and i tried to spend as much time as i could with her, yet since i was only around 4 i didn't know what clingy was. My dad constantly got in arguments with my mom, and made her and my brother sleep in the living room because i was too young as well as my brother, to sleep together in the same room and my little month old brother made "too much noise". Money became an issue, space became an issue, so we moved after my last year of preschool near my grandma. I went to kindergarten, had a normal childhood until i was around 6 or 7. My dad had began vigorously drinking, multiple beers a

day, and started getting angry very quickly. I had to start taking care of my brother and making him food and take my dads bottles to the trash when i was young. When my mom realized he wasn't taking as great care of my brother as he should have, she started taking him to work with her. I still tried looking up to my mom, even though i couldn't see her every single night. My dad would start yelling at my mom, and that soon led to physical abuse. I remember the first time as if it had just happened. I was 8, sitting upstairs in my parents room because it had a DVD player, and was watching Strawberry Shortcake (the sweet dreams movie i think). I heard a bang and yelling downstairs, thinking it was a TV show, i simply turned up the movie and ignored it. I heard it again, and walked downstairs into the garage, opened the garage door to see my mom crying and my dad red as a tomato, yelling at my mom. She told me to go back upstairs and grab some toys and a few movies, that she would be upstairs in a minute. I didn't know what else to do, so i went and did what she told me. Soon she came upstairs and grabbed my brother, and my pile of things i wanted to have and packed it in a bag, along with my brothers needs. We drove around and waited, and my mom explained to me as much as she could on why we were leaving without my dad. I was crying, and all i remember crying about is my stupid cat, thinking my dad would take him away from me. We drove 5 minutes away from my house to my grandmas, and i watched Oswald the Octopus until around 2am i remember. My grandma constantly was telling my mom to call the cops, because as i later found out, he had him my mom, left bruises on her arm, and hit her head against the cement wall. To this day my mom is still with this man. Yeah she called the cops. Yeah he was arrested. But he is still living here. He tells her on a daily basis how stupid she is and how pathetic and how she's a horrible parent. I've grown up with bad habits like barging into the conversation. I've gotten so sick at times of the

arguing, that i'd walk downstairs and stick up for my mom because she was afraid to stick up for herself. I still want to be like my mom. The woman who i looked up to so much.

But not so much anymore.

xxx

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i love you,

ash