im called "it"

part 2 of rescue

Minutes later I'm in the old family station wagon. Because I was so late with my chores I have to be driven to school. I usually run to school arriving just as class begins,with no time to steal food from any of the kids lunch boxes. My mother drops off my older brother,but keeps me for a lecture for my plans tomorrow. She is going to take me to her brothers house. She says "uncle Dan will take care of me". She makes it a threat. I gave her a frightend look as if I am truly afraid. But I know that even though my uncle is a hardnose man,he surely won't treat me the way mother does.
Before we came to a complete stop,I dash out of the car. Mather yells for me to return. I have forgotten my crumpled much bag,which had always had the same thing in it for three years - two peanutbutter sandwichs and a few carrot sticks. Before I bolt out of the car again, she says "tell'em...tell'em you ran into a door." Then in a voice she rarley uses with me, she states "have a nice day". I look into her swollen red eyes. She still has a hangover from last nights stupor. Her once beautiful, shiny hair is now fuzzy clumps.as usual, she wears no makeup.she is overweight,and she knows it. in all, this has become Mothers typical look.

Because I am so late, I have to report to the administration office. The gray-haired greets me with a smile. Moments later,the school nurse leads me into her office,where we go through the normal routine.

First,she exsamines my face and arms. "Whats That above your eye?" She asks.
I nod sheepishly, "oh i ran into the hall door ........by accident."
Again she smilesand takes the clipboard from the top cabinet.sge flips rhrough a page or tqo and then bends down to show me. "Here ," she points to the papper, "you said that last monday. Remember?"
I quickly changed my story, "i was playing baseball,and I got hit with a bat. It was a accident."
The nurse knows better.she scolds me so I tell her the truth. I always break out in the end and confess, even though I feel like I should protect my mother.
The nurse tells me I will be fine and asks me to take off my clothes. We have been doing this since last year, so immediately obey. My long sleeve shirt has more holes then Swiss chess.it's mother has me wear it everyday as her way to humiliate me. My pants are just as bad, and my shoes have holes in the toes. I can wiggle my big toe out of one. While I stand clothed in only my underwear, the nurse records the various marks and bruises on the clipboard. She counts the slash-like marks on my face for any she might have missed in the past. She is very thorough. Next, the nurse opens my mouth to look at my teeth that are chipped from having my head slammed against the kitchen counter top. She jots a few more notes on the paper. As she continues to look over me, she stops at the old scar on my stomach. "And that," she says as she takes a deep swallow, "where she stabbed you?"
"Yes,ma'am," I replay "oh NO!" I tell myself "I've done something wrong....again