My story part2

“What?” She asked.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I yelled back as I threw her hands off my neck and fell to the floor.
“YOU’RE MY DAUGHTER I CAN TOUCH YOU IF I WANT TO!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. Jumping on top of me while I lay there to stunned to move, she put her hands around my neck and started to take the very life that she had given me. I struggled to breathe, and I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. As she squeezed harder I felt the hard thrashing of my heart slowly coming to an end. Then she just all the sudden let go, I sat there staring up at the women that almost took my life. As tears fled into my eyes I couldn’t help but wonder why she let go. She just sat there looking at her hands as if she was condemning them for what they had done. She slowly looked down at me with sorry tears in her eyes.
“Vanessa, I didn’t mean to…” She began, but before she could even finish I ran into my room and slammed the door.
There I was just lying on my bed, staring at nothing and everything at the same time. Just laying there thinking. I have never been so hurt in my whole entire life. I would have never thought that my mother could be so cruel that she could be so heartless as to choke her only daughter. As I laid there gently rubbing my neck as if I thought that the marks would go away, I heard a knock on my door.
“Vanessa?” My mother exclaimed, “Can I come in?”
“No! Go away!” I yelled as I grabbed my pillow and threw if against the door.
“Vanessa…I’m sorry.” My mother said as she walked through the door ignoring my wishes. “I didn’t mean to…”
I interrupted her, “Mom you’ve said enough, just leave me alone.”
She slowly turned around and shut the door. From that moment on our relationship had never been the same, we barely talk and now since she’s gotten a new job we barely see each other, but I don’t care, she doesn’t care about me anyway, and I don’t want to see her.
Here I am a fragile girl of sixteen, confused about the world, sitting on my couch reading a magazine, when suddenly my mother storms in.
“What the hell do you think your doing? Get your butt off that couch and get cleaning now!” she screamed grabbing my hair and pulling me to the floor.
I stood up angrily, “Had a bad day mom?” I asked clenching my teeth.
“Why the hell do you care? All you care about is money and what you can get off me!” she replied smacking my face and making me fall to the ground once more.
“What do you want done mother?” I asked holding my reddened cheek.
“Nothing just go to your room!” she replied putting her jacket and purse down on the couch.
As I stomped off infuriated to my room I turned around and screamed back at her, “GO TO HELL!”
She bolted towards my room, as she neared my door I slammed it in her face and locked it.
“GET THE HELL OUT HERE AND FACE ME!” She screamed through my closed door.
(read my story part 3)