PuzzlePeices
comment? should i continue?
My chest puffed out, and my hair tangled around my shoulders. My
face was red, and I clutched my moms necklace tightly in my right
hand, so tight my knuckles where white. I heard the smashing, and
gulped. i prayed, and prayed, and prayed. I squeezed my eyes
tight, so tight it hurt but I couldn't show my weakness. I felt
the sobs build in my chest, like someone was shoving me, but I
knew better. Oh Man. I shouldn't have had an attitude, no. not
when he's drunk. The smashing came closer, and my dad clumsily
walked into my room. My back was turned, my face to the wall. I
held my breath, and He grabbed my shoulder, and puleld me off my
bed. CLUNK. My body smashed to the ground and he slapped my face.
I clenched my fists. If it was a year ago, I would ahve tried to
defend myself, but I knew that it wasn't worth it. So i sat
there, like always and let him turn my body bruised. "Don't
you have an attitude with meeee. " his last word
slurred, and he stomped away mumbling about getting more
vodka.
Dad. He's been a drunk since mom died three years
ago. I was stuck as the parent. Me Heather Alex Janeson. I had
the worlds curleist hair, it was shoudler length. I didn't bother
to straighten in, I knew I would regret it. I had a few friends,
that I was close too. I wasn't popular and I'm happy with what I
got. Even if someone is always trying to ruin my life.
I woke up slowly, my alarm clock was buzzing, and my
head pounded. My big lab mix, trotted in and slobbered on my
hand. His fur was a soft rich yellow, with white spots on his
chest. "Sam, stop." He backed away as I slammed snooze
and stretched. My bruises ached, but nothing serious this time.
Last time, he pushed me down the stairs and I sprained my ankle.
He told the doctors I fell, and they said I was lucky to not have
broken anything, I pulled on a grey cardigan voer a light blue
tanktop, added my moms necklace, and danced around as i
pulled on my skinny jeans. I slide on some flip flops, too lazy
to look for any socks to go with sneakers. I combed my hair, and
winced at the snarls and pulled into a side pony, my curls
flowing lightly to the side.
I llooked in the living room. Dad was reading the newspaper. A
sign of soberness. He smiled at me, and handed me a muffin.
"There honey." he always tried to make up for what he
did, and I always forgave him. Then it would happen again and
he'd show his sorryness, by bringing me shopping, or making my
favorite foods. "Dad, I gotta go catch the bus. Love
ya." He nodded and he got up to, getting ready to go to the
office, as a real estate agent. I sighed, and the bus picked me
up. Great another day of school, drama, drama, oh and did i
mention drama? I leaned against the beat up seat of the bus and
finally relaxed. For only a minute. .
.
0
reply
ximxalwaysxhere4youx · 1 decade ago
0
reply
Yes. You should indeed continue :]