Lost

Chapter 2: Her Husband

        As soon as I stepped foot in what was supposedly my room, I closed the door and sat down on the mattress which was covered in a lilac floral sheet and a periwinkle comforter. I curled up into a fetus position and lied down holding on tightly to my stuffed owl; Mr. Cuddlykin. I closed my eyes and sighed thinking maybe if I rest for a bit it'll make the wait until my mom comes back shorter. I was in my rest for about 14 minutes before I heard the door slam, I jumped out of the bed and headed over to the dark oak door of the room. I couldn't see much out of the keyhole, but I could hear everything. Judging by the sounds of the voices Ms.Johnson was arguing with some man. I needed to see, so I quietly opened the door allowing a crack of light to shine through so that I could peer out. Standing in the living room was a dirty man with dark stubble on his face. His Timberlands were completely black at the front, his hands were dirty and his eyes were completely bloodshot. He was fairly 6'6" and he was average weight.

He towered over Ms.Johnson swaying as he talked. "How many times do I have to tell you do not come into my house drunk like this John?" Ms.Johnson yelled at the man pointing her shiny blue fingernail at him. He stumbled closer to her and grabbed her wrists as he said " Oh honey if you know me then you know I am not drunk Grace." Grace or Ms.Johnson or whoever this lady was removed her wrists out of his grip and shoved at his chest pushing him away. That notion seemed to anger John. He stomped back over to Ms.Johnson and punched her on the left side of her jaw. I flinched back because of the cracking noise her jaw had made when his fist made impact with her skin. She fell to the floor backing away into the corner as she lifted her hand up to her face tears already pouring out of her amber colored eyes. Once John saw that she was crying he walked over to her and kneeled down making a crease in his Timberlands. Ms. Johnson flinched away from his now warm looking eyes. He touched her cheek softly with his thumb and turned her face so she had to look him in the eyes. " Gracie c'mon you know I would never hurt you on purpose, come on Kitten you've got to forgive me I'm sorry." John ran his fingers in his hair and tugged with a sad look on his face and stood up again taking a few steps back. " I know why we got a divorce" Grace whispered softly. That seemed to get a reaction out of John. He walked swiftly over to her and she turned her face slightly to the right, John slapped her in her face. Ms. Johnson grabbed the now red handprint on her face. John walked out of the door slamming it hard causing me to back away from the door. I heard footsteps approaching so I climbed in the bed and tried my hardest to make it seem like I was still asleep. Ms. Johnson opened my bedroom door and flipped the light switch on, and she walked over to me softly running her hands through my hair. Maybe this lady wasn't mean.

Suddenly I felt rage toward the man who made her this way;John. I hadn't realized I was crying until I hear Grave's soothing voice saying "Sh, sh baby it's gon' be alright." I opened my eyes and I looked up at her. " W-Who is that man?" I asked her. She looked at me with tired eyes and a bruised cheek and said "Don't worry it's only a nightmare go back to sleep." I knew she had just lied to me because I was a smart child, but I decided to drop it. I couldn't sleep for awhile, it was about 12:00 when I finally laid down again. At 6:30 Ms.Johnson came to my door and knocked twice telling me it was time to shower so that I could come down for breakfast. She'd asked me if I needed help washing myself but I told her that I was fine and that I could manage it myself. I got showered with some peachy smelling soap that foamed up, normally I'd be happy but because of the events that took place last night I was just gloomy. I rinsed off and hopped out of the shower. I walked quickly across the oak wood floor holding the towel close to me. I got dressed in a light pink shirt and regular blue jeans and then I put on my Sketcher's tennis shoes. My hair is naturally curly so I just left it wet how it was but I did grab the towel and try to scrunch up my hair and dry it a bit so it wouldn't drip on the floor. I walked down the stairs and headed into the kitchen, and as soon as I walked in the aroma of bacon hit my nose. Mom cooked it a lot but I've never tried it but the smell reminded me of home and suddenly I got so homesick that I passed out.