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Things Are Better If You Stay With Me

Disenchanted

"Frank, the bus is here." said my Mother. I got my black backpack and gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.
"Bye Mom." I said and went for the bus that was parked in front of my house. I never got to ride a bus in New York City, I always had to walk or ride the subway. I feel like a lost tourist.
I got on & the busdriver didn't even ask if I was Frank Iero. But this bus is seriously packed with teenagers. Throwing things, hitting, laughing but mainly talking. I went staright for the back & sat on the only available seat, which is by this girl. I didn't know her, & I didn't plan on knowing her. This year, it doesn't matter how many friends I make because I only come to school to learn right?
I looked out the window & seen my Mom still standing by the door, waving me bye. I know that running away from my abusive father was going to be tough, it's like Kindergarden all over again. I waved bye back and gave her a small smile. She gave me the window seat too, & I didn't even bother to talk to her at all, I'm going to be thinking about my Mother all day. It's pretty tough for her too; but I'm pretty sure I already mentioned that.
The bus started moving & I pulled out my phone. Looking at all these pictures when we all were so innocent. My Mom & Dad looking happy together, & Me & my old friends din Millde school... when I had friends. But things arentlike that anymore.
My Dad Drinks. Hurts. Yells.
My Mom couldn't stand him hurting me, & so she fought for me (metaphorically) and that night was the worst. He beat me so hard, my Mom came in and saw that he was drinking again. They had a yelling fest and they threw things at each other. But I had to stop him from hurting my Mother so I pulled her away from him & we hid for a while; and now were here. New Jersey.
I cannot relive that memory, but it keeps re-running through my mind. My Mother must be so sad.

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