An 11 year old whore

Living in the cul-de-sac next to my mother was never a positive experience. I had grown close with the 3 siblings that lived a couple doors down from us.  I had developed a crush on the older brother. He was 3 years older than I was, and although he treated me like a sister, I still found my heart fluttering when he was around. 

During a recent conversation with my two sisters, we started talking about the old apartment and our friends. We also started talking about the night I punched my mother.  My mother had a habit of drinking from early afternoon until she passed out.  This one night in particular, my siblings and I were “spending quality time” with our mother.  I had my friend and her brother (my crush) over for a while. I didn’t invite them in, my mother was sloppy drunk and was liable to make a scene.  We sat outside in the back yard goofing around on my little brothers tricycle, creating obstacle courses and timing each other.  It was a blast, until my mother came outside.  The first thing to come out of her mouth was “you are such a little whore”, “I bet you aren’t even a virgin anymore”.  Mind you, I was only 11! Why would she say this, especially in front of my friends…I was so mad. My mother made my friends leave, I got so angry I pushed my mother to the ground and took off to my dads house.  My mother chased after me, grabbed my arm, I turned and swung. I hit my mother squarely in the face, she stumbled and fell into the brick apartment building.  She ended up with bumps and bruises from her fall, and either she didn’t remember how it happened or was too embarrassed to mention it.  After that night, my hatred for her grew ten-fold.