When you get bored, you do stupid things, just to keep your mind busy.
In fact, I'd do anything so I won't get bored, but when it comes to my mothers safety or mine I sit in my room staring at the ceiling for hours just so we can have maybe a couple of quiet days more.
Everyday, when dad's back home from the shop I shut up, because I dont want him to get angry.
Usually he drinks something before he's coming home so he's a little upset.
Then I just sit in my room doing nothing, staring at the ceiling, terrified from the moment he might come in to my room by storm.
He might pull my hair, maybe a little slap.
A mark here, a mark there.
I just hope I'll be able to go to school tomorrow, I dont want Mr. Parbuletta to ask about my bruises again, the last time was pretty awkward.
I was on my bed, reading the new book I borrowed from the library the other day, when I heard a knock on my door.
I froze, moving my head a little bit to the right to look outside my window, I couldnt see his car.
"Kimberly its me." I heared my mother's voice, reading my mind.
When you live the way we are for a long time you get to know you fears as well as you get to know your companions.
"It's open!".
She know's that, of course she does.
Dad removed all the locks in the house since Mom tried to lock herself in the bathroom when he had his last breakdown.
Of course he didnt removed all of the locks in the house, He left the frunt door's lock in case he'll get into debt in gambling again.
She opened the door.
"Hey!" she popped her head behind the door, "How are you?" she smile, by then she's already sitting on my bed, with her dark black eyes and her sharp features.
I could see the bruise on her chick, behind the make up. We stopped defending each other a long time ago... It's only pisses him off more and things gets worse.
And I know that it's still fresh because I heard the noises last night, but she's not bringing that up, of course, She just hoped that I didnt heard the "Good night" she told him last night, and that he was pissed on her 'cause she forgot to wash the dried toothpaste he left that morning in the bathroom sink.
She doesn't want me to remember him that way, I know that because she told me, she truely believes that his a good person, but that because she loves him, Well... I dont see that.
"I'm fine." I smile back at her. "What are you doing?" she asked me, checking the book's name.
"Nothing... just reading." I reply.
"Ooh... like it so far?" she asks another question, "Well yeah..." I smile "Its not the same type of books that I usually read, but... yeah."
She's about to say something when we hear his car parking in the driveway.
I tanse, "Supper is ready?" I ask, she nod's, still looking outside the window, "And the table is set?" she nods again and mumble's a little "yes", I can tell that she's scared.
"Okay, lets go." I say as I grab her hand and head downstairs.
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Hey there:>>
Well first of all I'm really sorry if there are spelling mistakes.. English isn't my first language
All this grammar ... ;-;
But if that really bothers you you can fix me in the comments
Actually I started this story a long time ago but I really wanted to keep on writing it so I fixed it a bit and changed some things
Hope you enjoy!
