A messed up teenager

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"Anastasia," screamed mother, tears overflowing her eyes.

Her face was covered in blood and bruises caused by the man standing next to her. I stood there, shocked at the sight of broken bottles decorating the ground.

"Go to your room," she said, looking away, not allowing me to see her face.

I could tell that she was ashamed of the fact that I had seen her like this. Not heeding her words, I stayed there.

I observed her shaking body as she screamed her words over and over.

"Can't you hear her," interviewed another voice?

Hearing the man, I left, heading to my room. I entered my room, chuckling at its sight. Clothes were scattered on the ground, along with papers and other malicious items.

It wasn't the first time mom had brought a random man into the house, claiming that he was here to save us, but one thing that I learned was that there's no exit from this hell. We were bound to stay here.

I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes as the muffled screams of my mother played in the background.

Memories of what we had once been are the only things keeping me alive, our perfect family of 4, a mother, father, brother, and sister.

I opened my eyes when the screams finally disappeared. I listened closely as the front door closed.

I quickly opened my door to a soft knock. My bloodied mother stood in front of me. Even though she tried to appear okay, she wasn't mentally and physically.

I stared at her trying to feel a piece of resentment or love for her, but nothing came. It felt like staring at an empty wall.

"Are you hungry," she asked, smiling.

I shake my head, heading back to my room.

"I'm sorry, Ana," she whispered. "I promise this is the last time."

I scoffed, knowing that her words were lies, pretty little lies told to comfort me. I never wanted words from her. I wanted actions.

I wanted to see her leave this lifestyle that she has adapted, but habits are too hard to quit. Aren't they?

I headed back to my desk, trying to occupy myself.

"Nancy, can you notify Mr. Blake that'll be late today," said mother on the phone. "I have some personal matters to take care of."

I smirked, not even a day had passed, yet she had already broken her promise. Then the next day, she'll be naked in bed with another stranger. Once again, the whole scenario would repeat.

I thought about running away before, but where could I go? My father rejected me along with the other members of my family. Nobody wants the child of a slut.

I grabbed my phone along with a jacket and made my way downstairs. I opened the door, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled the hallway.

"Hello, cutie," whistled a man.

I directed my gaze to the ground, trying not to look at them. A group of men was popular in the area for rapes, murders, and assaults. Every day I have to walk down this path, and an everyday chill ran down my spine. Each man had a weird gaze accompanied by an aura of mischief.

I ran down the hall seeing Emma.

"Woah there, pumpkin," she chuckled.

"I was never so glad to see you," I joyfully spoke.

Emma had been my friend for as long as I could remember. Not only was she a friend, but she was also a mentor. She was only a few years older than me but was wiser than any god I had read about in a book.

We exited the building, greeted by Alex, one of our classmates.

"Guess what I brought, ladies," he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

He quickly pulled them out, revealing a blunt, pack of cigarettes, and vape.