Remember Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A special girl that grows up with a mother that doesn't know how to love and care for her. No one knows what really goes on behind closed doors when she is at home.

Submitted: May 18, 2014

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Remember Me

 

It all began on that fateful morning back in 1985. After hours of being in labor, the one I'm supposed to call my mother, had me.

"Would you like to hold your beautiful baby girl?" one of the nurses asked.

"No, I don't want to see her ugly face. I didn't want her in the first place. You can put her up for adoption for all I care," she stated emotionlessly.

If only the nurses had know how serious she was, then maybe they wouldn't have let her take me home that day.

--- 6 years later ---

"Ann, you better be out of that bed and starting to clean the bathroom before I get up there," my mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"It's just me and her now because my father left before I was born, but I can't say that I blame him. If I could leave this place and never come back, I would.

"This is your punishment for getting a letter sent home saying you aren't paying attention in class. I thought we straightened this out the last time it happened, but apparently you haven't learned your lesson. I don't plan on having a retarded child, do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," I say in almost a whisper.

"It's only for your best interest. Now, if this bathroom isn't spotless by the time I get back from getting my hair and nails done, you won;t get any supper." And with that said she turns and leaves the house.

I'm not too frightened by her words at this point. I've grown used to hearing them. Even the hunger pains don't hurt as bad as they once did. I would much rather have those as punishment as to her other ideals of discipline, especiallu when she is drunk; that's when the hitting begins.

I know you are probably wondering why I don't tell someone about the abuse, but I can't. I've been given my orders, "You better not tell anyone about what goes on. They won't believe you anyway."

Sometimes I lay in bed at night and think of ways that I could escape, but then I am reminded that I don't have anywhere else to go. I often wonder if she would even come looking for me like she says she would. I'm sure she would be much happier without me in her life.

Finally it's Monday which means that I have a few peaceful hours away from my mom. She has been on edge all weekend because her sister want to stop by and visit when they come to town. My mom has always been jealous of her sister and tries to out do her in any way possible.

That night when I got home my aunt was sitting on the couch listening to my mother's sob story, called her life. I know not to mess with her when she is like this, but unfortunately she noticed me.

"Ann get over here and say hello to your aunt. I swear I thought I had taught you to have more manners than that."

"I'm sorry mother."

"Sometimes I just wish that you weren't even born."

"Stacy, that is no way to speak to your child," mu aunt yelled.

"Come on Ann let's get some of your stuff and you can come with me for a while. At least until your mom comes to her senses."

"No, you can't take her away from me. She is my child and I can speak to her any way that I please," my mother said through clenched teeth. "Ann go to your room and don't move until I get there."

Something about the way she said this without even a hint of emotion sent a chill up my spine. Something just didn't feel right, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

Later that night I hear heavy foot steps coming up the stairs. The door knob to my room turns slowly and there in the doorway stands my mother smiling evilly at me while holding a baseball bat and then I understand the eerie feeling I had earlier.

To Be Continued...

 


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