Blame It On The Pain Episode 16

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At first, I thought that maybe she had gotten drunk and had taken a bad fall.

But then he entered the room.

He glared at the bottle in her hand before he fixed his hard eyes on me.

And I knew.

She had obviously relapsed…and he had obviously felt the need to punish her bru.tally for it. Or, for all I know, it was the other way around.

My stomach dropped to the floor and the first thing I did was try and get my mother to leave him…but she wouldn’t.

A huge screaming match ensued between John and I while my mother sat in that damn chair, clutching the bottle of vodka for dear life.

I threatened to call the cops and he laughed in my face and said they wouldn’t believe a whore and a drunk. Especially when my mother would never admit to it.

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 11 – 20

The next day, when she was sober-ish, I tried again to get her to leave. She adamantly refused, in addition to issuing her own threat that made me back down.

Then she said something I would never forget. She said that if I didn’t support their relationship, that I was free to leave.

Yup, my very own mother had made it clear that she would choose a man who hit her…over her own daughter.

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So I did the only thing I could do. I stayed.

My mother was the only person I had left in my life then and I couldn’t bear to lose her.

I stayed….he continued to beat her behind closed doors…and she continued to drink her pain away.

Any time I tried to bring up leaving him to her, she would yell at me and threaten to kick me out.

After hours of non-stop arguing, I would eventually break down and apologize, tell her I loved her, and agree to stop interfering in their relationship.

Then the next day I would have some kind of gift from John waiting for me.

It was a fked up cycle that I didn’t know how to stop because that would mean giving up on my mother…and I couldn’t do that.

John’s biggest blackmail gift came when he agreed to pay for my tuition for NYU. I had gotten a partial scholarship but was having a hard time figuring out how to pay for my dorm room and other expenses on my part time after school job.

At first, I declined. Unlike my mother, I didn’t want any part of his money. Not to mention, I was still undecided about doorming at NYU because I didn’t know what would happen to my mother if I wasn’t there.

It was when my mom literally broke down and begged me to accept his money and told me that I deserved to live my dream…that I finally caved.

Walking out of that house was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. The pain was excruciating.

The only exception being my father’s death and the last time, I saw my mother.

The very last time I saw my mother was after John’s campaign for mayor was well underway and my sx tape had just hit the world.

She asked me to come home that weekend. So, of course, I did.

The first thing she did when she saw me was pull me into her arms. She said that we would figure out a way to get through this.

I believed her.

But in the middle of the night…everything changed.

I woke up to the most heart-wrenching scream I had ever heard come out of my mother’s mouth. I rushed out of my childhood bed, grabbed a bat from my closet, and ran into the basement where I heard the scream come from.

I ran down the stairs two at a time and came face to face with a sight that sickened me and made my stomach curdle.

There was John…facing a computer screen.

His p ants were down around his ankles, and his erect thing was in his hand.

And he was watching the sx t ape.

Before I even had time to process everything that was happening…my mother stalked toward me.

John quickly pulled up his p ants…and tried to explain himself…but the war raging inside my mother wasn’t with him.

It was with me.

She raised her hand and white spots formed in front of my eyes when she struck me, hard. My face stung so bad I had to close my eyes. “You worthless sIut! You stupid wh’re!” she screamed before she dealt another bIow to my face.

This one was so bad, bIood dripped down my nose.

I tried to protest, tried to stick up for myself…but she wouldn’t have it.

“I never want to see you again,” she sneered before she ran upstairs.

I turned to go upstairs to collect my things and return to my dorm at NYU, but not before I noticed the sly smile touching the corners of John’s lips.

It was a smile that told me that even though he was now in jeopardy of losing the election…he had won the battle when it came to my mother.

She chose him over me.

He found a way to make her hate me.

“I hope you die,” I whispered before I continued upstairs, gathered my things, and walked out of my parent’s house.

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 11 – 20

Two months later, John lost the race for mayor…and I was about to be kicked out of school because I couldn’t afford to stay- in part, because I stopped attending class and lost my scholarship.

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 11 – 20

Soon after, I received an e-mail from my mother. She said that John and she were moving away to some small town in the south. She also said that I would be able to keep my father’s house…provided that I promise to never speak to her or John again.

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