~Kat's POV~
After the usual beating, I usually just continue with my life. Homework first. Then figure out what to wear tomorrow. I got in the shower. When I got out and got dressed I walked downstairs and my mom had more bruises. I looked at her concerned and she mouthed something to me. One day baby. One day what? "Diner's ready everyone. Come and get it." I turned away to go back to my room as my brothers, John, Earl, and Tim, came to eat. My little sister Ally asked me why I wasn't eating. "I'm not hungry pumpkin. Go ahead and eat. You can hang out in my room after dinner." She smiled and sat at the table. She's only 3 poor little girl in a house of hate. I was in her place. Watching people get beat. At the age 4, that's when the beating started for everyone. Other than my mom. My mom came to my room to talk. "Honey, we need to get away from your dad, its been too long. I can't take it anymore. And Ally doesn't deserve to get beat. Neither do you and your brothers. But she's too little and I don't want her to go through this just like us. We need to-" "mom its gonna be okay. We can get through it together. We can find a new house but I'd rather stay in Atlanta and the same school." She looked at me and I blushed and looked away. "Kat is there a boy?" She asked. Is there? I mean. I like him. I realize that. But he was just nice to me. He probably just didn't want anyone to be picked on. "I don't know. Maybe" I said.
