Liah's pov
Slap..
'you are a disgrace. I regret having a daughter like you' my mom spat on my face.
Well I'm kinda used to it but I can't deny that the pain is always there.
I don't feel pain because my mom slaps me, hell no, but the words keeps on tearing me apart.
Tears rolled down my eyes..
' Mia take it easy on her, she is just sixteen' my two faced dad said.
I rolled my eyes inwardly at him
' I don't think your interference is needed her dad' I shouted at him,
' And mom thanks once again for your encouragement'
I said and ran to my room. I got into my room and slammed my door shut locking myself in.
I layed down slowly and shakily as if I was scared of a non-living material thing.
Why couldn't they appreciate me for once?
Why couldn't they smile at me for once?
Is it so hard for them hug me and give me the love I need from them?
Are they really my parents?
Should I just run away from home?
These thoughts kept on flashing through my mind for a millionth time for as long as I could remember.
I can't remember the last time my parents smiled at me. Don't get me wrong ok. My parents loved me unconditionally from birth but things changed when I turned eight, when my little brother Mark was born. I couldn't understand it
I couldn't understand what I did wrong that made them changed towards me.
In the midst of my pitiful thoughts, my phone rang and jerked me from my thoughts.
I lazily picked up my phone from my school jacket, it was Sophie calling. My best friend.
' hello momma, wassup' her chirpy voice came across the phone
' not good babe' my voice shook
' What's wrong sugar, did anyone bully you. Just spill out their names and I'll pull their tongue out'
I couldn't stop myself from bursting into laughter. This is what I loved about my bestie. She is the best
We became friends since when I turned eight. It's kinda funny you know. When my parents changed towards me and I couldn't get the love I needed so badly from them, I got it from Sophie although it couldn't be compared to my parents'