unclejon92's Stories2008-04-14T12:19:31Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/user_8341Chapter 1. Part1-The alcoholic mother. They way she is. <p>“Open the freaking door you son-of a gun!” my drunk mother yelled.<br />Now I’m even more scared because when she use’s that harsh voice of her’s, I have no chance for a shorter beat. As my mother pounded on the door my heart pounded even faster. It felt as though I ran for so many miles without a break. As soon as I opened the door steadily and slowly, my hands were shaking. My head was filled with agitation, running around inside my head. Trying to find an exit out of this heart beating moment and as much as I don’t want to say it but “no, there are no exits to escape” as I try to tell my emotions.<br />to be continue…please rate</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/247562008-03-16T18:44:13Z2008-04-14T12:19:31Zunclejon92http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8341Part 2 of Chap 1- The alcoholic mother. The way she is.<p>“Open the freaking door you son-of a gun!” my drunk mother yelled.<br />Now I’m even more scared because when she use’s that harsh voice of her’s, I have no chance for a shorter beat. As my mother pounded on the door my heart pounded even faster. It felt as though I ran for so many miles without a break. As soon as I opened the door steadily and slowly, my hands were shaking. My head was filled with agitation, running around inside my head. Trying to find an exit out of this heart beating moment and as much as I don’t want to say it but “no, there are no exits to escape” as I try to tell my emotions.<br />to be continue…please rate</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/246372008-03-15T15:56:11Z2008-04-13T04:39:49Zunclejon92http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8341Chapter 1- The alcoholic mother. They way she is.<p>Boom! Boom! at that moment I knew it was my mother, Lily. I can tell she’s leaning on the door lazily and banging on the same time. When she knocked continuously, my heart beat like a beeper because I know she’s drunk from drinking at her friend’s house for some hours now. I was thinking to myself that if I do open the door now she will abuse me for no apparent reason and if I don’t open the door sooner she will beat me harder. So in this kind if situation I have no choice except to open the door now. I told myself “take the less harder beat” and no really because common sense, if you were me at this very moment you will take the less harder beat also.<br />to be continue…</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/246362008-03-15T15:55:26Z2008-04-11T02:22:50Zunclejon92http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8341Someday I hope people will understand my pain and my past<p>I always cried at night wondering why my life is so mess up? I cried so hard I could no longer breathe and fill my lungs with the oxygen it needs.You may wonder why does a 15 yr old boy cry? Shouldn’t he be a man? <br /> First, listen to my voice that I wish people would hear and understand because what your about to hear will echo in your ears and will make you feel the pain that I feel. <br /> I live day by day like any other person. I don’t show my weakness or neither talk about my past. I am a foster kid or was one. Yet you may wonder what bring me to this stage of life. <br />to be continue…</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/246052008-03-15T03:36:19Z2008-04-12T05:54:26Zunclejon92http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8341Continuing Chap. 1- The alcholic mother. The way she is.<p>“Open the freaking door you son-of a gun!” my drunk mother yelled.<br />Now I’m even more scared because when she use’s that harsh voice of her’s, I have no chance for a shorter beat. As my mother pounded on the door my heart pounded even faster. It felt as though I ran for so many miles without a break. As soon as I opened the door steadily and slowly, my hands were shaking. My head was filled with agitation, running around inside my head. Trying to find an exit out of this heart beating moment and as much as I don’t want to say it but “no, there are no exits to escape” as I try to tell my emotions.<br /> to be continue…please rate</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/246022008-03-15T03:12:59Z2008-04-12T07:44:40Zunclejon92http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8341Chapter 1- The alcoholic mother. The way she is. <p>Boom! Boom! at that moment I knew it was my mother, Lily. I can tell she’s leaning on the door lazily and banging on the same time. When she knocked continuously, my heart beat like a beeper because I know she’s drunk from drinking at her friend’s house for some hours now. I was thinking to myself that if I do open the door now she will abuse me for no apparent reason and if I don’t open the door sooner she will beat me harder. So in this kind if situation I have no choice except to open the door now. I told myself “take the less harder beat” and no really because common sense, if you were me at this very moment you will take the less harder beat also.<br /> to be continue…</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/245992008-03-15T03:06:01Z2008-04-12T14:31:43Zunclejon92http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8341