Save Me if you Wish

I stood before the window, across the room from my bed, waiting for my parents to stop fighting. Wondering if my mother will end up beaten again or will get away unharmed. Wishing my family would just start to be close to normal again. A tear slid down my face as I realized tomorrow was my birthday, an event hardly celebrated. My phone pinged with the message ringtone, returning me back to reality and out of my thoughts. It was Jace - my boyfriend. My broken boyfriend. The message read, "hey babe, just letting you know I'll be there in 10". I just wanted to be left alone. I keep telling myself I need to break ties with him, dump him. But I can't bring myself to do that. He needs my help, I tell myself. Bullshit. He just uses me to get what he wants. Drugs. Suddenly, there was a knock on my bedroom door. It burst open, revealing my mother. "Get your filthy ass up. Your boyfriend has been knocking on my front door for the past five minutes," she spat at me. I got up, careful not to cause pain on my left side where my boyfriend shoved me, leaving a dent in the thirteen-year-old wall. When I arrived at the front door, I had to take a deep breath. I didn't know what he was going to do to me today. I flung the door open and he gave me a very tight hug, making sure he put pressure on my injured side. I let out a small squeal of pain and he squeezed tighter. "Dinner's ready!" My mother yelled from the kitchen. We walked in and I noticed my father was gone, and my mother had a burn on her arm. Probably from the stove. My mother only abuses me to take the anger out that builds up when my father abuses her. She understands the pain but is too selfish to stop injuring me. My thoughts are interrupted again, this time by my boyfriend. "Eat your food and stop staring off into space, you filthy shit." My mother nodded, agreeing with his remark. I pushed a strand of my brown hair out of my face and stood up, wanting to head for my room to get away from these toxic people. As soon as I was about to walk away, my mother grabbed me by the arm and punched me in the face. I could feel blood drip from my nose and onto my shirt while my mother yelled, "You are not going anywhere! I just slaved over the hot stove listening to your piece-of-s**t father torment me for the past two hours! Now you sit your ass down and eat like the fat pig you are!" My boyfriend started laughing at me, then he kicked my shin as I sat down. Pain radiated throughout my leg, but I learned throughout the years to not give them the satisfaction of me crying out in pain. "When am I gonna get those drugs you said you'd give me?" Jace said, getting close to my face. "I-I don't have them yet, I'm so sorry. I'll get them tomorrow aft-" I started. "You were supposed to have them yesterday!" He yelled at me. He then punched me in the face, right where my mother did. More blood dripped down my shirt and it felt like there was a knife being stabbed through my nose. Once I finished my dinner, my boyfriend left, saying he got a message from one of his friends. I ran up to my room and laid down on my bed. After about an hour of thinking about useless ideas, I finally fell asleep, only to have the same nightmare I had last night.