I saw the fist as it proceeded to hit me, right below my right eye "Ouch!- I didn't know what to do or better yet I, didn't know what I could do. What were my rights? The next day I went to school (at this time I was a senior attending Alain LeRoy Locke High School). I tried my best to cover the bruise; however, it was impossible to hide the dark purple bruise that was under my right eye. "What tha hell happened to you?- one of my good friends Erika asked as we walked to Advance Placement Government class together. "Oh, I-I-I got into a fight yesterday with this girl who lives next door."" I mumbled. She looked at me with a puzzled look and then said, "I thought you lived next to you cousin, Nikki."" "I mean the people directly across from me,"" I replied in a hurry trying to get to class so the questioning would end.
The saying was true if you lie once, your going to have to lie again to back that lie up. I didn't want to lie to Erika; she was one of my best friends. I didn't know how to tell her that the bruise that marked up my face was a present given to me by my own mother because I told her I didn't want to watch my brother that night. The sad part about this was this wasn't the first time either. I am one of three girls and one boy. Being the baby girl most people thought that I was spoiled; I was. I know what you're thinking, if you are spoiled then why are you getting hit? The answer to this question is easy; I was not getting hit as much as my two older sisters were. It wasn't always that bad I didn't get hit as much as they did I think I could count how many times I was hit on both my hands. It was mostly punishments.
Don't get me wrong. I loved my mom with all my heart, and deep down inside I knew she loved me too. I just hated the way she showed it. She was never the type to say, it she showed it. She reminds me of the father on "Arm Wrestling With My Father- He could never tell his son he loved him verbally just physically.