Introduction

Hi guys!

I'm Mia Talerico. I turned 26 last month.

My life experiences have been pretty rough.

My mom and dad always fought and quarreled and everytime they would begin raging,  I would hide under the bed so that they wouldn't take it out on me.

I didn't know why would they beat me,  scold me and take out their anger on me when I did nothing wrong and I just used to cry to sleep.

Not even my mother cared to feed me.

They somehow managed to send me school and thats the only place I'd feel happy.

I had a few friends and I loved talking and playing with them.

It wasn't long when one day dad left us screaming at mom, "Go to the bastard you had this daughter with and vacate this house because its mine."

My mom didn't even care to look at the shock I had as I got to know, he wasn't my real father.

Mom took me away to a place I had no idea about.

We started living with a man alot older than my mom.

Was he my real father because that's where dad asked mom to go?

Mom sent me to a new school where children were not very nice.

They bullied me for no reason.

Called me names. Made fun of my mom and the man we were living with.

Returning back home was worse.

I came home to this smoke everyday which now I realize was pot.

I coughed and gagged everyday but they didn't care they had a little girl in the house too.

My own mother didn't, so what would I expect from the rest of the world.

Thrashing me to the point of bleeding didn't leave my life. I was beaten here too by this man. I hated him.

I cried my eyes out everyday here too. This had been happening to me since a very long time but you can never be used to stuff like this, right?  It would never stop hurting.

My little brain kept thinking what was I doing wrong? At the age when children live carefree doing every possible mischief they can I used to take every step with utmost care so as to not trouble my mom and the man but still ended up getting thrashed whenever they wanted to.

I just wanted to scream, 'Enough'but I know it doesn't work like that here.

Raising my voice would just give them a reason to kill me.

All those sufferings worsened when I saw how the man treated my mother.

He would beat her with any object he found closest to him, and rape her but she could say nothing.

She needed a roof above her head.

I never had deep conversations with my mother or shared anything at all. No matter how she treated me,  I knew she was hurt too. She had a messed up life and the most she could do was provide me a house to stay and send me to school.

I felt bad for her. I wanted to go and talk to her. Ask her why is she living with this man. Who is he? Even if he's my real father,  we can run away. I'd adjust to anything. I just wanted this to stop. I was tired of getting beaten and treated like that. I just wanted to live normally. I didn't care if we had to live on the streets.I just wanted to leave.

So one day I pulled up all the courage I had when I found mom smoking in the backyard at 2am and took a deep breath and asked her,

"Mom,  What are you doing here? "

She threw the cigarette and asked me with a blank face," I wanna know the same, why aren't you asleep? "

"Couldn't sleep."

So that she wouldn't yell and send me away I quickly added,

"Is he my real father, mom? "

I tried to be as polite as possible. I didn't care if she beats me to death today. I just wanted to know some answers.

She looked at me with angry eyes but immediately gave in as if she didn't have the energy to yell at me.

Under the moonlight I looked at my mother closely like this for the first time in a long time.

She was pale, her eyes were sunken, she was nothing but skin and bones. She looked like all the energy from her body had been drained and she was severely dehydrated.

I ran in and brought her a glass of water and handed it to her.

She was shocked probably because for the first time she felt affection from someone. For the first time someone cared. The thing she longed for. The only thing she was looking for in those men.

I saw tears in her eyes. I felt bad I was too late to understand I could have done this sooner. I could have made her felt loved.

She quickly wiped them away and drank water.

After a while of silence, "No" she replied.

"Your real father is dead".

She looked up at the sky and I saw tears flowing from her eyes.

"Lets run away, mom." I suggested.

"It isn't that easy. You think I don't want to? I owe this man a huge debt. I'm helpless. I'm providing you all that I can." she said with a very feeble voice.

I looked at her pale skin again and my heart broke.

Thats when I saw, she was dying and I could do nothing to help her.

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