Chapter seven

By the time I was about to enter the fifth grade I gave up on everything. I even stopped listening to mother. I remember one day we went to the store to get some things for the house. Mother told me to push the cart and keep my hands on the handle. I disobeyed mother by walking away from the cart. Every time my brothers said something smart to me I would say something smart back. I knew mother would never hit me in front of people but when we got out in to the car it was another story. She made me lay down on the floor in the car while my brothers stomped on for mouthing off at them and my mother. One day my father came home drunk while I was in my father’s room he came in drunk. He started packing his things and started talking about how he couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when I knew him and my mother where splitting up. I was so crushed. Father was my only protection from mother. All I wanted was to be someone again and now with him gone it was all over. Will I ever get out of this alive?