Good Luck, Babe!

Colors Shining in your Eyes

Pearl White.

The day after I arrived at the Sato's, my father came for me.

I didn't even get to tell Mrs. Sato what I saw daddy do.

"You niggers get away from my daughter!" He grabbed me by both of my wrists

"It's not like that Daddy! I came here!" I look up at him.

"If you're gonna call us slurs, at least use the right ones!" Kenji scowled at him.

My fathers face went red with anger, but he just grabbed my wrists tighter and pulled me to his truck.

He pushed me into the passenger's seat and climbed into the driver's seat. "You look disgusting, I thought I told you to get a shower last night." He backed out their driveway.

"I did." I snap back. On closer inspection his eyes were puffy and red, a similar but less mild version of how mine looks.

"Watch your tone." He glared at me.

"Sorry." I look out the window.

I'm not sorry.

Why the hell should I be sorry?

Whatever he did to mama is a sin and he should rot. Whether that's in hell or a prison cell.

No. Don't say that. Maybe she deserved it.

What would she ever do that would make her deserve it?

My head hurt, I wanted to sleep. Maybe even sleep and never wake up. My stomach was aching with hunger, my legs and feet were burning after my sprint to Kenji's house, and my head pounded harder and harder each minute that passed by.

Once we reached the edge of our driveway, I saw police cars.

"What's going on?" My heart rate sped up and I sat up straighter.

"Your momma has been missing since last night." He said.

Oh. 'Missing', yeah right. I watched you bash her face in last night!
"What?" I turned to face him.

"You heard me." He parked his truck in the grass, got out and walked over to a police officer.

I hurried out the car, trying to look like I had no idea what happened. No one would believe me, it was my word against my father, and that was a losing game. A tall tall officer walked over to me.

"Little lady, where were you last night?" He asked me.

"I spent the night at my friend's house." I looked up at him.

"What did you do, you're all dirty!" He chuckled.

"We played outside this morning." I lied.

"Alright, well you go get cleaned up." He told me.

I nodded and walked inside. The house looked like it had been searched through multiple times, except, they wouldn't find anything that would connect to her leaving or going missing. Because she was dead. Her body was most likely discarded somewhere no one would find.

I ran up the stairs, and into my room. I quickly grabbed another pair of clothes and rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I sank to the floor and brought my knees up to my head. Tears began to spill down my cheeks and sobs shook my body, I couldn't get the image of the pool of blood under mama's head and the way her head caved into itself with the help of my father's fists.

Why? Why, why, why, why, WHY?

What the hell did she do? Nothing deserves that kind of punishment! Nothing at all. Daddy was always so adamant that he loved me and mama, that anytime he would hurt us, it hurt him more than it hurt us. So why did he lose that? Why did he do that?