Narrative Essay On A Divorced Family

I come from a divorced family. I have hateful parents, not towards me, but towards each other. I can’t stand it, the way they look at each other, the way they talk or act towards each other just irks me. I don’t blame my mother for ditching my father, who could? He was a dirty old, good-for-nothing, scumbag. Since he has left us, he hasn’t even given my mother and I a second thought. Since the divorce, I usually go to my father’s apartment on the weekend. The only reason I visit him is because my mother believes that I need a father figure in my life. My mother isn’t all that good of a mother anyway. I know she tries to be a responsible adult, but she acts like an immature little twit. She is constantly going to nightclubs and every night she …show more content…
As I was getting ready for school, mother’s “acquaintance” came into my room and grabbed my arm. It was a strong grasp, but it didn’t hurt. I asked, “What are you doing?” but he didn’t answer. He sat down on my bed, still holding my arm, and pulled me down onto his lap. His eyes were fixed on me, scanning me up and down. He then started to whisper something, but I couldn’t quite understand what he was saying. He then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, ”You would be so much better than your mom.” I tried to get out of his grasp, but as I tried to escape from his arm, his hold became stronger. Before he could disturb me anymore, I heard the door open. It was my mother carrying bags of groceries inside. He eventually let me get up, but before he let go of my arm, he told me not to tell my mother anything about what just happened.The next few days nothing happened and it seemed to go back to …show more content…
I tried to get up, but it hurt too much to move. There was a small light on the other side of the room that I crawled to. From that light, I could see all the bruises and cuts I had encountered over my entire body. The door slowly opened and I was terrified. Whoever it was, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into another room. Everything became dark again. After I had woken up from the darkness I have been in, I was dragged back into my desolate, dim room. I examined my body and found that I have received many more bruises and scratches. It seemed like a few hours later and the door opened again. This time I could tell who it was, it was my mother’s “acquaintance.” He said, ”You told someone didn’t you?” I couldn 't even answer I was so weak. He picked me up and carried me outside. I haven 't seen the light in so long that my eyes ached. I couldn’t even see where we were going. All of a sudden, my dangling limbs were being covered with water. He was carrying me out into the lake. He got stomach deep before we heard sirens. He suddenly dropped me where we were and ran onto shore, leaving me in the water that was slowly drowning me. The last thing that I saw was the sky above me. Everything became