Left Behind by Amanda L. Izquierdo (best business books of all time txt) 📖

"Angel, If i have to tell you one more time to shut up about all that non-sense you talkin' to me about, i promise you, i'll smack you so hard that you'll fall into next week!"

I looked at her with eye's trying to call out. Trying to get her to understand that im afriad. Scared to find myself hurt by jordan miller.... Again.
"Please Mom i--"
SMACK!
"Didnt i tell you to shut up!? Jordan is a good man! Your lucky your even staying in this house with him and i!"
i thought to myself

"Trust me, if there was another place i could of gone, i would of left you years ago with that nasty, skummy man you call your husband.



"you know what mom, If you dont see me ever again, Know it was becuase of you."
i opened the front door finding myself stopped by a black hand on my arm tight.
A voice deep and commanding filled the room with a roar.
"you aren't going no where you lil girl."
"let me go!"
"Or what?"
I kept quiet.. Knowing i couldnt do anything. Theres only so little an 11 year old girl can do.
"I thought so. Now get in your room. I dont wanna see your face for the rest of today.."

i mumbled under my breath and said "Then dont look."
"what you say?"
"Nothing!"
I hed to my room, look at the time and see 3:00 p.m
I never ate lunch today becuase my mom said she was going to make food. obviously she didnt.
i sit on the corner of my bed. With hatred in my heart wishing Jordan Miller can just leave. Hating the things he did to me. and the scaredness he can do in the future.

2 Hours pass with my stomache burning, acheing, and turning everywhere
"Mom, Did you cook?!" Yelling from upstairs
"Shhh! your father and i are watching a movie. Dinner should be soon, Whenev-"

i slammed the door before she could finish whatever she had to say.
In the meanwhile, i drew pictures. Pictures that are my prize position. Its one of the two things i could do acually really good. And so, the 6hours i was in my room that day, i just took a pencil to paper, and allowed my hand to do the rest. it was 9:30 p.m when i realised things in the house was to... To quiet. But i didnt care. At the point, i didnt care weather they left or not. I wanted to be alone... And i was.

Text: Hope you enjoy.
Publication Date: 09-21-2010

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Dedication:
My mother and best friend. Priscilla and Lizzy.