Pure- Newsies/ Female OC

1. Mama is gone

( They are at her mothers funeral if it is hard to understand) 

"Mama," I said through tears. I thought this would be so much easier to do. To say goodbye to her. Looking down at her pale and disheveled body, I try to say goodbye, "Mama I love you, please don't leave me!" I grab her cold hands, "please..." I cannot say anymore because I am cut off by someone grabbing my hand and dragging me away. I look up, Its just papa. No need to worry. I close my eyes and continue to walk with him. Tears still streaming down my face. I try to give Papa a hug but he pushes me away, a disgusted look on his face. I look down. He is already on edge with her passing, I wouldn't want to cause any more problems. Ever since I was diagnosed with Dyslexia at the age of five he hadn't been the same. Cold and cruel to me because I ruined his idea of a perfect family.

As soon as we got home Papa threw my hand away and plopped down on his leather chair in the living room. He sighed and stood up again. Papa walked over to the many pictures of out family on the mantle and picked one up. That one only had Mama in it. He brought the picture to his forehead and whispered something. "Papa?" I questioned while walking closer to him.

"Shut up," he answered grimly, and with that he threw the picture to the floor shattering it. I gasped not expecting that to happen. "W-why'd you do that?" I ran over to the picture trying to save the fallen photo.

 "Get up you stupid girl!" he grabbed me and threw me in the other direction. I landed on my side. It hurt but I knew better than to talk back. Since then Papa has barely even noticed me. He has been even more cruel and cold than he was before, and every time I try to talk to him all he says is, "She's gone Evelyn, just.... Gone." 

Mama is gone. That's what Papa keeps telling me. He drinks a lot more now that she's gone, he gets mad more too. Mama used to keep Papa from getting mad. She would rub his back or hair. She would give him a kiss and tell him, "everything's going to be alright, I am here," she used to say that to me as well. But now she's gone, and she can no longer keep Papa from getting mad. She can no longer rub his back or hair and tell him that everything will be alright. 

Because Mama is gone.

Papa has become more creative with his punishments. They started as mean words or him yelling at me. But it soon morphed into hitting and pushing. There were a few times when he would burn me with  his cigarettes'. I now had scars, burns and bruises up and down my back.  I vowed to myself to never show anybody, no matter what.

Papa sent me to bed early one night. He seemed exited for something, and I didn't want to ruin this rare mood, so I let it be. I went to my room and got ready. Our family is fairly rich so I had my own room. I put on my nightgown and went to sleep. Later into the night I heard people talking. I walked down the stairs and peeked around to corner to see what was going on.

"How old is she?" a voice asked.

"Ten," That's papa.

"Alright, any medical things we should know about?"

"Not that I know of. Oh, except she was diagnosed with Dyslexia," he said it in a disgusted tone. I felt my heart ache.

"Ah, I see," the unidentified voice answered, "perfect, we'll pick her up in the morning."

What? Pick me up? I had no time to think about what I had just heard because I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.