Softball Dreams

Dinner

"Stop papa stop!!!" "Alright, but promise me something, don't leave the t.v. on when I'm not here! You waste electricity!"He let go of my arm and left me on the ground, wounded. I got up and went to the restroom. I got the alcoholic bottle to clean my cuts on my legs and arms. When I got out, I iced my eye where my papa punched me. Then, I went to my room and took a nap, when my dad woken me up and yelled "I'm going to register you for softball, but when I come home you better start making dinner because Gloria is coming home late and the kids are going to be hungry!" I didn't answer, but I heard him come upstairs to my room. "Si papa!" "Okay next time answer me when I ask you a question!" I can hear him mumbling niña estupida. When I heard his car driving out of the garage, I ran down to the kitchen and started making dinner. I was going to make dad's favorite before he got addicted to his drinking, but he doesn't drink that much where he's really drunk just in a bad mood. He's mostly putting the blame on me when he has his moods. Anyways I was going to make chile relleno, so I got the materials and started making it. About 20 minutes later, I was done making dinner, setting up the table, and papa had came home with Marisol and Juan. When he came into the kitchen, he looked confused at first, but kind of made a smile. So, everybody came to the table and ate dinner. Nobody was speaking for the first 5 minutes, until papa told me "I registered you for softball and tryouts start in 2 days. I thought, "2 days until tryouts!!!" "Okay...thank you papa." We went back to eating and Juan and Marisol left the table to go watch t.v for a while. Papa was done eating and told me to clean the table. He then told me "What happened to your eye?" "You gave me it." "No I didn't." "Yes, you did." "No I didn't!!!" He broke a plate when yelled which made Marisol and Juan run to their rooms. Papa grabbed a bottle from the fridge and told me, "Clean up the mess, next time you won't even eat dinner! You can just starve yourself and I won't care!" He walked angrily to the bedroom and slammed the door which left me in tears. "Ahhh I hate him I hate that man who is known as my papa! He never appreciates what I do! I hate him!" I was screaming that in my mind. After about 1 hour later I was done cleaning and went to bed. The next morning, my mama and I just went to the doctor to check on my eye, but doctor told me I should be good, but I lied to him of how I got it. I said I ran into a door. The next morning, my mama and I were shopping for my softball stuff. When we got home, I got my glove, my bat, and my cleats on and I headed out the door, since tryouts was on the same day. I was walking to the field, but my mama stopped me. She kissed me goodbye and told me to try my best and don't let people bring you down, just do what you have to do, and be aggressive. When I got to the field, everybody was staring at me even the coach. "This is going to be fun."