The fact is that I was no longer on the bike, I was in the air and for that moment, just for that instant, I think at last, I became free. Maybe you don't understand, but I will tell you.
since I was little the absence of my mother was present in my life, my father raised me with some contempt but he was not bad at all but he lacked affection, my thoughts were focused on the lack of a mother figure when I was a teenager he met a woman who at first was good, my father, her, her daughter and me.
A completely normal family, but when she was about to come of age everything changed, contempt, toxic environment and bad vibes were in my house, her daughter went to live with her father because of that.
The screams that tormented me day after day ended when she left him, I did not witness any act of aggression but the one who paid the price was me.
I knew she blamed me for everything, how could it be my fault that she drank so much? She started disrespecting me for no reason, I didn't even go through a stage of rebellion that would give her reason to treat me like that.
I got a job to get away from him, in the early mornings I worked in a supermarket, it was boring but
I preferred it to putting up with a tantrum from that drunk,
since his job was in a bar he was free to drink lightly if he wanted to,
but as soon as the day was over he would take it all out on the rum, since he couldn't do it with me.
my father met a whore and invited her to live in the house.
Without telling me anything, I found her finishing off the food I bought and stealing it for God knows
what purpose, because it wasn't for the needy. "we don't know who we work for" She was nothing more than a delinquent satisfying her natural desires, the last time I heard from her she stole the savings she had under her bed and left.
My father did not lift a finger to avoid it because of his drunkenness, the only thing I managed to buy after 2 years of work was the motorcycle, all thanks to a friend of mine, and those savings that were not much but were nothing either. I took courage and complained, I complained to him.
-How are you so calm after he stole everything I had in storage?
-Let her come back.
-No, she won't come back, she'll take everything, that would fix everything, your alcoholism, the apartment that's in ruins.
something hit me in the face I couldn't dodge it clearly he got angry he threw his empty bottle at me at least it didn't break.
-What alcoholism? Besides, what do I care about your savings, huh?
-Savings that would be useful to fix my life, our life.
-Don't tell me you think of me, you're just like your mother.
-I know you want to leave like her.
-No. -I want to make things better.
He threw a clean fist that I was able to dodge.
-You know I don't care, you're just trash scum with no common sense and no purpose in life.
-Well, if that's what you think of me, goodbye.
The only important figure, the only person I thought about and worked to improve his life, spewed excrement about what he thought of me. I couldn't take it, I went down the stairs without thinking, like hell take the devil take the devil and got on the bike until this moment, I'm in the air, I don't know if I'll die or go back to hell, but I love this moment.
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