No idea.
I woke up to my step mom's shout. As always. It didn't scare me like it used to, not anymore. It was just getting tiring.
„Good morning to you too“ I mumbled, as I got out of bed. I turned my head to look at Jamie. He was still asleep in his crib. I figured I wouldn't wake him up yet. He deserves to get more sleep. I quickly put my hair up in a bun, and headed downstairs. My step mom was sitting on the couch. „Do you know what time it is?“ she asked me.
I knew I wasn't supposed to answer that, or I'd get something thrown at me. So I just stood there. She didn't bother to notify me about the time. She just shook her head, and asked me another question.
„Where is it?“
Now this was just confusing.
„Where is what?“
She frowned, as if it was perfectly clear what 'it' was and it made her angry I couldn't see it and answer her immediately. She didn't answer my question. She just kept staring at me, still frowning. Right about then I got what she was asking about.
„Are you referring to Jamie?“ I asked. I tried to stay calm, but my voice gave me away.
She nodded.
„Jamie isn't an it! He's your son!“ I almost shouted.
I couldn't believe her. A second later, a glass came flying across the room. I developed a sort of reflex to this already, so I managed to avoid it. Then came the insults.
"You worthless piece of sh*t! How dare you correct me?..."
They went on, but I wasn't listening anymore. I went up the stairs, guessing Jamie would be awake by now. And he was. He stretched out his arms, and I lifted him into mine. He squeezed himself into me, as he always does when he's scared.
"It's okay Jamie, I promise. We'll get out of here soon. I'll protect you." I whispered to him.
I looked at the clock, it was now 7:30 am. This was gonna be a long day.
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I woke up to my step mom's shout. As always. It didn't scare me like it used to, not anymore. It was just getting tiring.
„Good morning to you too“ I mumbled, as I got out of bed. I turned my head to look at Jamie. He was still asleep in his crib. I figured I wouldn't wake him up yet. He deserves to get more sleep. I quickly put my hair up in a bun, and headed downstairs. My step mom was sitting on the couch. „Do you know what time it is?“ she asked me.
I knew I wasn't supposed to answer that, or I'd get something thrown at me. So I just stood there. She didn't bother to notify me about the time. She just shook her head, and asked me another question.
„Where is it?“
Now this was just confusing.
„Where is what?“
She frowned, as if it was perfectly clear what 'it' was and it made her angry I couldn't see it and answer her immediately. She didn't answer my question. She just kept staring at me, still frowning. Right about then I got what she was asking about.
„Are you referring to Jamie?“ I asked. I tried to stay calm, but my voice gave me away.
She nodded.
„Jamie isn't an it! He's your son!“ I almost shouted.
I couldn't believe her. A second later, a glass came flying across the room. I developed a sort of reflex to this already, so I managed to avoid it. Then came the insults.
"You worthless piece of sh*t! How dare you correct me?..."
They went on, but I wasn't listening anymore. I went up the stairs, guessing Jamie would be awake by now. And he was. He stretched out his arms, and I lifted him into mine. He squeezed himself into me, as he always does when he's scared.
"It's okay Jamie, I promise. We'll get out of here soon. I'll protect you." I whispered to him.
I looked at the clock, it was now 7:30 am. This was gonna be a long day.
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