Back in 1945

4

 The next day marked the start of new traditions. It became and everyday routine for me to walk out of the house and find the boy waiting from. I always had some sort of fruit to share amongst them. We went to school, which we happened to all share almost all of our classes. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we all had work, Fridays and Saturdays were days we hung around and did random things, where mondays were days I had to go grocery shopping, which the boys were happy to help with. Diners were more than often spent at the Barnes house hold which never seemed to bother anyone. We had become inspeerable.

—/—8 months later—/—

"...and everyday the question continues to presits, will America join the war?" I turned off the radio as I finished getting undressed after my shower. It proved to be a mistake though as I could now here my father smash a bottle in anger. I quickly gathered my things and went to my room as he c called my name.

He continued calling my name as his foot steps thundered up the stairs. I got in bed squeezing my eyes shut as I faced the wall, hoping that he would leave me alone. Once my door flung open I knew there was no real hope of this though.

"Andrea Jones!" He boomed as he grabbed my hair and threw me to the ground. I yelled as I hit the floor.

"Don't you ever disrespect me girly" he said as he threw a punch to my eye. I scrambled back into the hall as he came towards me, grabbing my hair against as he slammed my head into the ground.

"You think I work all day to come home to a house that looks like this, no fucking alcohol in the cabinet!" He yelled as he shoved his foot into my stomach. I groaned but stayed down.

"and you don't think I know about those god damn boys your always hanging around!" I looked up to see fire in his eyes as he gripped my wrist so hard I thought it may just break. He pulled me to my feet, knocking me back against the railing, my shoulder taking the brute of the force with a pop that made me think it may have just dislocated.

"Gotta hear from the other tow boys that my daughter is a god damn floosy!" He grabbed my other arm and started pulling me down stairs. I stumbled down each step, hitting my toe hard against the corner.

"Dad please! There just my friends!"

"You betrayed god!" He said as he whipped around to face me. "And you made me look like goddamn idiot! Like a father who passes the buck! Had all the other boy's ragging on me cause your a fucking floosy!" He shoved me to the ground, watching as I landed on broken glass. I felt my skin cut open in a couple of places, but refused to move as I felt my father kneel down next to me.

"Your a fucking disgrace." He said quietly before he straightened up and went to his bedroom. I sat up with tears in my eyes, cleaning the blood stains and glass as fast as I could before using the kitchen sink to wash my cuts, still afraid to go up stairs. I didn't care to dress them or check and any other damage, just made my way to the couch.

I could feel it a lot more when I was cleaning, my shoulder had popped from its socket, at least partially. I put a rag in my mouth and readied myself as I shoved my arm back into the socket. It took everything I had not to scream, although I still yelled a little bit. I refused to move, my eyes watering as I waited to here if my father had waken from it. Once it seemed like I was clear I leaned back as I started sobbing.

I silenced myself as I walked up the stairs, cradling my arm as I got into bed.