Stop 'Loving' Me

A/N: Hey, guys! This is basically a preview of my upcoming novel Stop 'Loving' Me. But because I originally wrote it as the first chapter, I'll leave it as that (I wrote this all just 2 hours ago although i've planned it for a short while). So tell me what you guys think and if you think I should continue/finish it?:) Enjoy! P.S luckily, i've never experienced this. Xoxo SV

"BLUE!" screamed Mom, as she blew out the majiuna smoke. I ran down the stairs and skidded to a halt outside the kitchen door. Gingerly, I pushed open the door.

"Ye-Yes, M-mommy?" I squeaked. She grimaced as I slowly entered the room.

"Don't just stand there - get your lazy ass moving and make me supper!" she shouted in my face. I nodded and pattered to the fridge. I reached for the eggs and heard Mom grunt. Confused, I retreated my hand and closed the fridge. My green eyes lit up as an idea struck me. Mom smirked as I pulled open the freezer and extracted a pound of beef.

"It's enough for the both of us, but I know I won't be getting any..." I mumbled under my breath.

"Mmm, yes. Spaghetti! Don't you love it?" Mom sang.

I mentally stabbed her as she skipped out of the kitchen, throwing her lit joint on the floor - leaving the cooking and cleaning to me. A tear rolled down my bruised face. It stung as it settled on a deep cut near my lip.
Mom had given me that when I'd 'accidentally' turned her favourite t-shirt brown. I was 'rewarded' bruised cheeks when I'd forgotten to wash my hands before I cooked for her. Mom said she did it out of love, that it was for my own good. I deserved it, she said.

"If Daddy was still alive, I'd be happy, I'd be free," I whimpered as I scrubbed my dirty hands with berry-cented soap. When I was two, Daddy found out Mom had been abusing me, so he snatched me and we fled the country. We lived happily; he loved me, and I him. A couple of weeks later, he was murdered by a friend of Moms'. She dragged me back and from there, my life really became hell. That was seven years ago. My childhood was stolen from me by my own Mother!

The only time I was ever at peace was after my mom had beaten me unconscious, because even in my dreams she was there. Only after I'd been beaten cold could I be happy. Only then could I feel true happiness; pure, pitiful happiness.

Then, I awoke.

Blue Anderson

Ramona Anderson (Mom)/(maiden name is Lauden but kept husband's name)

Frank Donald Anderson (Daddy)

Joel Nicholas (Mom's Boyfriend in Jail)