Unfourtune

(Past) My name is Roandell. But most people just call me Roan. I’m eighteen years old still living at home with my horrible family. You might wonder why I say horrible family…it’s because of five years ago my whole life changed but it wasn’t for good. On the night of my thirteenth birthday, I was in my room texting with my friend and my door opened...it was my dad, “Hi daddy what are you doing”, I remember asking. My whole life I grew up thinking I had the best father in the world…he wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me, that all changed that night. I didn’t see the slap across the face coming but I damn sure felt it. I remember laying there in my squeezing my eyes shut waiting for my father to walk away from me, I remember when he finally did walk away from me that’s when I let the tears sprang free. I kept asking myself what did I do…did I say something wrong…didn’t I do my chores? I remember waking up the next morning and going downstairs thinking my father was going to apologize to me…but he never did. I remember my mother smiling at me like there wasn’t an angry welt starting to appear on my face. Then the part that I remember the most is my mother saying to me, “Looks like we’ll have to start buying some make up for you now huh kiddo”. All I could do was stare between my two parents but then that started to piss me off so I did the only thing I knew how to do…I ran, and I ran, and I ran I kept going I let the tears fall from my eyes and get lost in the wind. When I could no longer run, I stopped not caring where I was or who saw me, I did a thing I have never done before…I dropped down on my knees and started praying to a god that I didn’t know I believed in. I prayed and begged so hard for go to take me away from this horrible home, from the mean parents who are acting like they did nothing wrong. From the people who where breaking my heart. Now five years later I’m eighteen years old still going through the same s**t. But little did I know that when I prayed that prayer on that horrible morning…god had already answered my prayers the minute I asked them. The only thing was it would take a minute for me to receive the blessing…if you wanna call it that.