Im going to work and theres nothing to eat., she said really quietly. I was impressed.
Maybe its the end of our constant brawls and clashes. Spoiler: it wasnt.
I was supposed to buy groceries but I passed out for nine hours and woke up at midnight., I said super calmly in order to not provoke her.
She was provoked by those words.
So that Im the bad guy here, right?
No, I didn-
You freaking piece of garbage. I raised you, feed you, didnt sleep
And beat me every single day! When was the last time you said something good to me? You never raised me! Ive been working since I was nine
She didnt listen to me until the end. She lunged at me, started choking. Mia was stronger than me as well as taller. I couldnt compete with her at all. I was just really and genuinely hoping that she would choke me to the death. Although I didnt wanna die like that, not to mention that its a lot of suffering, it was better than keep living with them. But this bitch did not want me to die. Whos then going to take care of all of them? So she almost choked me not the point when I die but to the point when I pass out. I learned that passing out is the best way to escape. I did it a lot. And learned how to do this. But be careful because if you live in a toxic household, after passing out you probably will end up in weird places as well as me.
I woke up tied to the radiator. She freaking tied me with handcuffs to the radiator. And honestly, the most disgusting thing was that she had sex in those handcuffs. Bruh. In retrospect, it was funny though. But at that moment I realized that no one was home, I was unconscious for just an hour, and Im late for work. Its the last thing that I wanted. I was so freaking afraid that Im gonna lose my job that I started crying and screaming. It lasted for four to five minutes. Then I realized that It didnt help me. I was 20 minutes late which is a lot but at the same time it wasnt enormously late, so maybe I wouldnt lose my job.
Lucky me, I know how to unlock locks without a key. I actually even know morse code. When you are growing up in a toxic household, you learn everything that can help you to survive. But also it is cool to show off for a bit around your classmates. I always told them that my dad taught me that. Everyone's dad taught someone something. And I didnt want to be an exception.
And one more piece of advice for you, always bear with yourself a hairpin. I had it. Without it, I dare to guess, I would die tied up to the radiator because I know that nobody in my family would have helped me. They were all in alliance with my mom. I even thought that I should not have exposed myself and let my sister be punished. But Im not like them. I cant let an innocent person be punished for my misdemeanor, albeit it was really tempting.
So I just used my skills and freed myself. I got to work 56 minutes later. The manager asked me why it happened. And I told the truth. I do not want to lie anymore. I do not want to do what people tell me. Its enough. Enough allowing other people to bridle me.
It was that moment when I started planning how to kill my mom. With a lot of pain and suffering.
How To Kill Your Awful Mom
I wanted everything to look like suicide. So later I realized that I wont be able to torture my mom. Because it obviously is gonna look like a murder. Saying in advance that I, at the age of 22 told the police all the truth. I have a life sentence in prison. But this story is gonna be told sooner.
Two weeks after I finished my plan. With hindsight, I comprehend that the plan was perfect. It was August 31st. I was going to push her out of the window. No bruises, no cuts. No one would understand that somebody pushed her. No evidence on her body. But it had to be performed at night in order to not get any witnesses. The most complicated part was the pushing. She was bigger and stronger than me, so I needed to trick her to come to the window but also she needed to lean over the windowsill. At least 30% of her body needs to be outside. In other cases, I would not have nailed the pushing.
It was the night of September 1st. I stole my moms phone. So she started looking for it.
01:13. Im in the kitchen. Hear her steps reaching the kitchen. She enters.
Do you know where my phone is?
I had to make her furious. I couldnt lose this opportunity.
I dont know where your phone is. You always leave it in visible places, try to use your brain.
What did you say?
TRY-TO-USE-YOUR-BRAIN
She hit me two times in the head. Great! She went to the exit. Its the moment, do it, Florence.
Look what I got!, I shouted, showing her phone.
She turned out, saw the phone, and furiously ran to me. At that moment, I threw the phone out of the window. She leaned over the windowsill exactly as I wanted her to do. And I did my job. It was super easy to take her legs when 45% of her body was outside.
No one woke up. I wrote a farewell note. Explained all the suffering in her life and that she couldnt live like that anymore. I also wrote that a dad could take care of us and we didnt need her in order to survive. I made her look better. I didnt want to do it, though.
I only want to say that it could have been performed way better but Im not an assassin. I did my best, truly. And it worked. I killed her eventually, and everyone thought that it was suicide. No job, no food, her husband beat her. Everything was perfect. Ive never been so happy. The only thing that upsets me was that Steve, Elon, and Agnes were frustrated because of her death. Like, guys, she was an awful mom. Everyone noticed that.
We didnt have a funeral. It was too expensive, so we just buried her in a 20$ coffin. Sorry, but she didnt deserve any better. Eventually, everyone forgot about her and we moved on.
CHAPTER THREE: FATHER
Meet Him
This guy is insane. He is the first reason why I hate men so much. Especially white males who think they are the kings of the world. All the children actually are accidents. Moreover, he said it to each one a lot of times. I have no idea why. Just wear a freaking condom. Or if you do not have money, just avoid sex.
Abel is 63. Hes got gray hair from his 40s, a crazy wrinkled face, and a stupid-looking countenance. Typical short man (something around 55), curses every five minutes, bad-spoken. He literally cant put five words together. He is a rapist, junkie, and abuser. He got a degree in college and even had a great job as an engineer but it didnt last long. He became an alcoholic and several months later a junkie. He awfully hates women, blames each thing on them, and just feels like men are better than women. He says that we are extremely emotional, not hard-working, too soft, and are created to give birth to children and be a good wife.
His degree is his biggest achievement. Albeit, he sold it to a random guy to buy drugs. I dont know how he managed to do it because his name is written there but whatever.
Since I was five years old, I was raped by him on a daily basis. It felt like he exactly for this purpose kept me and didnt let my mom get an abortion. It is so freaking gross and embarrassing to tell this but I need to. 97% of all girls and women have been in any way sexually or physically assaulted. Almost the third part was raped, including me. Moreover, men, if you read this, just know, its safer for us to be aware of all men in order to not be taken advantage of. I say all men because you never know exactly who is going to do something with you. I know that it can be offensive but you have never been in our shoes. You dont know what we feel, so basically you cant blame us for that. In addition, a lot of men are also scared of other men. It makes me feel heartbroken to say that we have to adapt to this kind of world simply because we do not have other choices. So be respectful towards everyone, not just men you are afraid of. You have all the rights as long as you do not make others uncomfortable. It is that easy.