“I can’t do this anymore.” my mother said to my stepfather in the next room, sadness filled her voice. “Yeah, and it’s all my fault! I’m just an ass aren’t I?” he shouted. “I never said that.” she said, “But I’d be lying if I said you weren’t an ass!” I stood up and closed my bedroom door, and leaned up against it before slowly sliding down to the floor. It’s been like this for the past three years, and I can’t handle this anymore. There’s only so much someone can take before they snap, and I’m just afraid that my fuse is almost burnt up. “One day,” I whisper to myself, looking across the room at my picture of London. “One day, I’ll be free. I’ll be in London, I’ll have my own little apartment, I won’t have to deal with this shit anymore. One day, I swear. Hopefully that day comes soon.” Lightly smiling, thinking of the potentially promising future, I close my eyes, trying to envision the perfect life. …show more content…
“It was supposed to be sunny today, right?” I ask my boyfriend as he looks down at his laptop. “That’s what the weatherman said.” “They really need to get someone new, this is the second time in a week he’s been wrong.” I frown looking out the window. “We were supposed to go out today.” “It’s not a big deal Evelyn,