✮' 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮 '✮
My hands are shaking as I reach for the front door.
The heavy footsteps unmistakably belonging to my father ring in my ear.
I'm unable to bring myself out of this trance.
The door swings open with such force I instantly flinch, shocked it didn't break off the hinges.
"What took you so long, la perra" my father chastised
(bitch)
Spanish was a language my father learned throughout high school and college. Momma never bothered learning it, but he taught it to me.
That's what my father mainly speaks to me in. She can't understand what he says, which he uses to his full advantage.
She doesn't know the monster she married
"Haciendo un proyecto con mi socio para un aprendizaje" I answered, starting to pull on the ends of my hoodie.
(Doing a project with my partner for ap lit)
"Entonces, ¿por qué hueles a hombre?"
(Then why do you smell like a man?)
"Me emparejaron con un niño, padre."
(I was paired with a boy, father.)
He leans down to look directly in my eyes. My heart beating impossibly fast, causing my chest to tighten.
I fight the urge to rub it, hoping to relieve some tension.
"Una puta, como tu madre." He spits
(a slut, just like your mother)
"Al menos no soy un idiota como mi padre"
(At least I'm not a dumbass like my father)
The words leave my mouth faster than I can comprehend and my head jerks to the left. Before I can realize what happened I felt a sudden sting on my cheek; he slapped me.
Hot tears fill my eyes. I try desperately to blink them away.
I feel something on my face. I raise my hand to my cheek, pulling it away I see crimson red on my fingers. I'm bleeding. One of his rings had cut my cheek.
He made me bleed.
"Ve a tu habitación, no quiero que salgas hasta que nos vayamos." He yelled
(Go to your room, I don't want you out till we leave.)
I waste no time rushing past him into the house, up the stairs to my bedroom, slamming my door. They won't be gone for another few days.
My father wasn't always as cruel as abusive. Only after Penelope died. Pen was his world. Once she was gone, it's like he snapped.
I stare mindlessly at my favorite framed Edgar Allan Poe poem.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --
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