Blood flowed from my split lip and dripped onto my favorite shirt. I stared out the window, watching my last salvation walk away in complete disregard for what he was witnessing.
Tears forced themselves to my eyes, and sheer willpower kept them from overflowing.
Do not show emotion.
Strength I had not envisioned yanked my hair, forcing me to look into cold brown eyes.
"I hate you," I whisper.
She sighed and replied, "I know."
Her hands are like crinkled brown paper bags. Veiny, with long manicured fingernails protruding like claws. My eye caught the engagement ring my dad had given her many years before. It is stained with my blood.
My eyes remained shut tightly in prayer as she made the drive home. Wishing I was not stuck with her. Praying I would wake up and she was just a horrible nightmare. Hoping my dad would come home early and save me.
The engine shut off, and I looked up at the place I was supposed to call home. The one place I should be safe. I don't want to go in. I watch her enter the house and I follow slowly. Dread gripped my heart as I reached for the knob.
Locked.
I go to the front door, and just as I reach for the handle, I hear the key turn. Locked.
I go to the backyard, and I see her throw the dogs outside and slam the door shut. I hear the snick of the bolt sliding into place. Locked. I wonder how long it will be this time.
I roamed the neighborhood for the night, cursing my bad luck as I realized both my friends were out of town.
The moon rose and the house remained locked up tight.
Tears streamed down my face as I gave in to self pity. Why me?
I can't believe I am about to publish this. Fuck it.
We should've performed an exorcism on her.
ReplyDeleteI don´t think the doors in your so called home were locked. This happened at a mall, and if I remember correctly you hid at the mall and the security guard escorted you to the van, and the brown paper bag hands smacked you for being so mean... there was never an engagement ring from your father...
ReplyDeleteI don´t think an exorcism would have worked. The best was the sex addict father and children abandoning.
ReplyDeleteDear "Anonymous",
ReplyDeleteWhy, you must be psychic to know where this happened! You should open up a hotline and make your own money, that way you can stop leeching off other people. Oh, and that engagement ring that wasn't there? Ahh, yes I remember that three pronged beast. And the lovely bruise and cut it left on my chin. I had to lie to everyone and say I fell because I didn't want people to know my biological mother LOVED me so much. Oh yeah, and the locked doors. Maybe your psychic abilities aren't what they should be. You should work on that. I would have never voluntarily walked the neighborhood after that wonderful incident, running into neighbors, wondering why I was bleeding, walking outside. More lies, saying the heifer- I mean- my biological egg donor wasn't home and had locked the door. "Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Nauer, You DID NOT just see her walk into the house. No, that was just a fucking figment of your imagination."
Quiet horrifying for a teenage, but alas, I digress. "Anonymous", your psychic! You already know this.
P.S. If you could send me the winning lottery numbers, I'd be much obliged.
You all make me want to cry. So mean, so mean. :-(.
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