Chapter 1:The struggle
“I’ve always had problems at home, but I’d never think it would continuously get worse as time progressed.”
I woke up on Friday morning to a cool fall breeze in the air. We were off of school today for some random teacher workday. I can already hear my mom yelling at my brother and my brother being himself and making it worse.
He’s 22 and still lives at home. “Your such a bitch” my brother says. “IF YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT THEN GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” my mom yells back. I flop back on my pillows, tuning them out. I just lay there for a few minutes until my phone dings. I look at it and see a text from Johnnie and immediately get happy.
Johnnie is my best friend ever and a few months older than me making us both 17. I reply to his text
Johnnie:(hey u up yet)
Mila:(ya jst now wyd)
Johnnie:(just layin in bed wbu)
Mila:(same)
Our text session is over as my brother barges into my room “mom just needs to learn how to take a joke” he says. I stay quiet. He pounces into me and puts me in some sort of wrestling hold. “Try to get out,” he says. I try to get out of it but can’t and just get more annoyed with him. “Stop!” I yell back but Payton only tightens his hold “PAYTON GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE” my dads home. My brother lets go of me and goes downstairs.
I grab my headphones and put my phone volume as high as it can get. When my dad yells at my brother it gets way louder. I turn on my songs and go back to texting Johnnie.
Mila:(u still there)
Johnnie:(ya u good)
Mila:(not rlly)
Johnnie:(What’s wrong is it ur parents and brother again?)
Mila:(ya🫤)
Johnnie:(I’m srry)
Mila:(it’s good)
I snap out of my daze to my dad screaming at me to get downstairs. I quickly get downstairs as my dad yells about whatever I “did” this time. My dad gets to yelling even louder than usual. I’ve gotten good at holding back tears when people are yelling at me, but he just was so mad and loud at some point, a tear trickles down my face, which I get yelled at for even more. For some reason. He continues to yell and yell, he gets more mad then I’ve seen in a long time.
My parents have never even thought about laying a hand on me or my brother but my dad gets so furious at me that he very hard and roughly shoves me. I stumble back and fall my mom gasp even my brother is shocked but my dad is still furious. My whole body goes to auto pilot and before I know it I’m on my feet and running out the door with out looking back.
