The Life of a Strange Girl

It was my 13th birthday, my mom said it was a mile stoned birthday, I didn't know what that meant. I said it was just a birthday and I felt I didn't need a special b-day party. She all most slapped me, but then told me to invite 4 really good friends to come over to our house on Friday at 12. I did we had a good time. That night I spilled some water and my mom slapped me. I never thought she would slap me, I've been slapped before for much worse things then spilling water on the floor.

That night I though about why she would slap me, I remember one time when I bit my brother and he had to get 20 stenches, (long story) and I got hit, but not as hard as what happened with the water. But getting slapped over split water. I've heard about not crying over split milk, but being slapped over silt water!? That's wired, right?

When I woke up i hand a red mark on my right cheek, the teachers asked me what had happened, I made up a lie, but I don't think she bought it.

Then later that night I stayed up late trying to figure out some homework, after my mom told me to forget it and go to sleep. I could ask my teacher in the morning for help. But I stayed up to finish it, she saw my light and came in and slapped me. I ran away later that night, the cops got me and brought me back to my house. My mom put on a show, with the fake tears and acting all sad.

My mom was always the one inflicting the abuse and hurt on me, she would kick me, scratch me, cut me, burn me, and so on and so forth. Those where just a few things that happen to me.

But when I turned 14 there was a guy I meet, Mark, did I love him. But he abused me too, he would always cut my shoulders when I did something wrong. He only did that six time when it didn't work out and I would always do something different. He would cut me, burn me, dunk my head in water for a long time, kick me, hit me, scratch me, yeah, that was my life. One day I went to his house and he was supper pissed at me.

This is what happened:
I walked up the few steps to his house, unlocked the door and walked in. He jumped out of his bedroom with boxers on, a baseball bat in his hands, tooth brush in his mouth. Mark was living with his aunt/Godmother, but she was at a friends house for the day, she could trust him not to leave the house a mess.

"Oh, Max, sorry you scared me." He mumbled though the tooth brush and walked back to the bathroom.

"Yeah, you scared me too! Hey, you want me to start breakfast?" I asked, put my stuff on the table and went to the kitchen.

"No need, we'll be leaving soon, just make something small, like the smoothies you got, chocolate one please!" He shouted thought the closed door of his bed room.

"Ok, I will." I got out the milk and some of the chocolate banana smoothie mix, I hooked up the blender. I put two cups of milk in, then dumped the smoothie mix in. I put the blander on pulp to break up the bits of frozen mix, then I put it on smoothie and waited. When it was all done I put it into two coffee cups, the ones you can take pleases with you.

I felt a pair or cold hands on my waist, I shivered and turned around. Mark was there, fully clothed, he bent down and kissed me, I kissed back. Then pulled back, Mark just embraced me in a hug, then grabbed his smoothie.

"So where are we going?" I asked, picking up my smoothie and taking a sip.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I smiled then cleaned up. "Thanks." I nodded, grabbed my stuff, and we left.

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We when to different music stores, some art fairs, and music festivals. When we got back to his house, I didn't want to stay, so I just grabbed my cell phone and called a taxi to come and pick me up. I also asked how much it was cost, $15 dollars.

Mark wasn't happy with me. He grabbed my arms and yanked me back.

"Oh, no you're not leaving. Not until I say so." The alarms and bells went off in my head and I fought. Mark got off my leather jacket and finger less gloves I like to ware. Mark had the stove burner on for a few minuets, on high, he dragged me over to the stove and placed my hand on it. With his left had he covered my mouth, with the other one he was holding my hand down.

I seamed as best as I could though his hand, after five seconds he switched hands and placed my left hand on the burner. After that he threw me on the floor hard, I got up, grabbed my stuff and bailed, I had a hard time controlling my hands, they kept shaking from the heat and I was crying. The cab driver kept asking if I was ok, I lied and said I was fine. He would mumble under his breath.

My dad asked if I was ok, my mom was out with friends from high school, so my dad was kind to me. Although I hate my dad, he always cared about me.

Mark went to jail a month later, for 4 years, I later meet Luke he turned out of be like Mark, outside of the whole vampire part. But sill they can't take back the scars they left on me, both mental and physical.

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