Concrete
Angel:
A Child Abuse
Story.
Chapter
4
I finish the day in silence, only talking to
teachers when they talk to me.
I pick up Joy form school, telling
her to immediatly go to her room as soon as we get home, knowing my
dad will be upset with me about the
whole chemistry thing.
Joy dashes up the steps to her room the minute we walk in. My dad
is waiting for me, his fingers drumming on the table, and a
half-empty beer bottle in his fist. My stomach drops a million
feet.
"I got a call from your school today," He breathes,
standing up, "seems you exploded something? So you really are
that stupid." He puts his face infront of mine, his breath
smelling like alchohal and cigaretts. "Well I'm
disappointed."
He slaps me, and grabs my throat with his gripping fingers,
smashing the beer bottle on the floor. He slams me down, and with
satisfaction, he says,"Clean this up, you stupid
b/tch."
I may just be too numb to cry, or just too scared. Not because of
what happened, actually–I'm used to
that– but I turn to see that Joy has come
down from her room, she saw everything.
My dad pushes her down and walks up the stairs. "I told you to
stay in your room." I say, helping her
up. I hug her. "I'm so sorry."
I clean up the smashed bottle and work on my homework in my
room.
******
Getting ready for bed, I examine my wounds in the cracked mirror
leaning against my wall. I have a minor cut on my forehead, some
bruises on my arm, and my neck is still red from his iron grip.
"Amber," I turn to see Joy standing in my doorway with
her teddy bear and blankie. "Can I sleep with you
tonight?"
I smile warmly. "Of course you can." I tuck her into my
bed, and get myself in. I sing her lullabies and rub her cheek
until she's sound asleep.
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Concrete Angel: A Child Abuse Story. Chapter 4 I finish the day
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