I wake up to the sound of James calling me; I force myself out of my bed and look at myself in the mirror. I see bruises on my face and arms. James beat me last night; it was the worst one by far. I ignore the pain and walk down stairs.
"What took you so long?" he glared at me, ever since my mum died he has been like this. He blames me for my mother's death, yes I was with her but it wasn't my fault. You see we got hit by a drunk driver. I was driving, so I guess that's why he blames me.
"Sorry James". I looked at the floor, then back up at James. I was hoping maybe this would be a good day. "James, if my mum was here, what would she say?" I saw the anger on his face. I guess I shouldn't have said that. James hit me, really hard. I fell and hit my head on the kitchen table. I put my hand on my head and realized it was bleeding. Great.
"James. I'm sorry". I don't know why I'm saying sorry. I guess I'm just scared.
"I wanted to tell you I'm going away with work for three days. Try and be good". I nodded, and he picked up his suitcase and leaves. I get up from the floor and clean myself up. Sometimes I wish it was me who died in the car. I wouldn't have to go through this every day. Why did my mum have to die, I need her here with me. I'm so alone, I have no one.