The Girl That Cried Help

Sometimes I wish I was someone else, sometimes I wish my life wasn’t chaos. I didn’t ask for all the problems. But that's what I got. Sometimes in life we don’t get what we want but here's where it all started.

When I was about seven years old my parents decided to get a divorce. This divorce started with a big fight. At the time our house was fairly large, it was beautiful. I pass by it with salty tears starting, at the back of my eyes. They burn. and the memories of my decent childhood before the divorce burn with my eyes as we pass the house I once called home. 

I don’t completely remember the fight because it was years ago but I remember an electric razor being thrown down the freshly carpeted stairs slamming into the wall breaking a hole into it. Memories of me and my friends playing hide and seek in the house and me counting to thirty spark fresh in my brain like a sparkler on June 1st. 

I have no idea what went on upstairs while they were fighting. But honestly I’m not sure I wanna know. It was heated I know that for sure. After a while of my mom and dad fighting my mom came rushing downstairs and called my grandpa to pick us up. His drive was about an hour so we had a little bit of time to pack. My mom threw clothes and some toys into a suitcase. My sister and I are panicking. Me saying goodbye to the man I once called my dad. At the time I didn’t know why we were leaving. No thought crossed my mind. I was just a little kid. 

When my grandpa arrived we left almost right away. It was a cold night. The rose bush I got for kindergarten graduation swaying in the cold winters air my friend that lived a block away getting ready for bed, what I would have given to be him.

We drove and drove until we arrived at my grandpas large country home. I didn’t think we were going to be staying at his house as long as we did. My sister and I settled in the spare room with all my grandmas old stuff. She passed away close to this time. We set up our pull out couch bed thing and that's where we stayed for almost a year. During this time my nights were long and boring. My days are also long but crazy! We didn’t go to school the whole time, well actually we did go to school for a week. We fished and ran around with my grandpa’s dog, Dillion. I liked to call him Dill pickle, I don’t know why to be honest. 

After a couple months of doing pretty much whatever I wanted during the day, my grandpa came home with a new jack russell puppy you won’t guess his name. He named him Jack. I know what you’re thinking, very original. 

As the days went by slowly, I liked it. I wish I still lived there. But eventually my mom found a new house for us in a smaller town. We moved pretty fast. Oh by the way, the week before we moved was the week my sister and I went to school. And no we were not registered as home schooled, as far as i’m concerned we weren’t anyways. While we lived there my mom got together with a man she knew in highschool. He was really cool and nice for the first while. He wanted to hangout and chill and he had the cutest dog in the world, Zeus!

Zeus and I became very close and before long we were basically inseparable. He was a black hunter lab with white patterning. If you looked close enough you could make out a large heart shape on his belly.

The house we moved into was small. I had to share a room with my sister and we didn’t have a door, it was just a curtain. And the bathroom had a hole in the door but it was perfect. We finally had our own house. Oh, not to mention the town we moved into was the town we lived in before we went to the country! So I was reunited with all the old friends. Some of them didn’t want anything to do with me but some were very excited to see me! And I was happy to see them. 

I felt like my life, even though I was only eight, I felt like my life had finally come back together. My mom's boyfriend came over a lot to hangout and once in a while we went to his house. He lived in the basement of a single dad with a daughter above them. The daughter was about fifteen and she ended up babysitting us! She was awesome and cool. I, being young felt like a teenager because I “hung out” with one, in reality she just babysat us but I felt cool.

Eventually we all moved in together and we got a cat! Everything was fine until my mom and her boyfriend got comfortable. He started drinking a lot and going out. But we didn’t think much about it until we moved into a new house. It was a beautiful Italian style home. One night just after my birthday party my sister and I went to a friend's house. And my mom's boyfriend was drinking. Lets just say he got physically aggressive. We found out the next day. We all made him leave the house but four months later he was invited back. And, almost a year later he got aggressive again but my little sister and I were present. And me, the older daughter, had to pull him away. That hurt, not physically but emotionally you know?

Not to mention my mom's now ex-boyfriend took Zeus with him, honestly that's what hurt me the most. Besides the aggression.

He got kicked out again but this time not to return. My mom began struggling with a drinking problem. Which is really unfortunate because my sister and I fended for ourselves. 

Very long story short (no pun intended) we now live with our aunt and her kids! I guess you could say that's a happy ending.

NOTE: This story is all real events.