The Poison Rose

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"Nyra Gabrielle Black! Get down these stairs you bitch!"

I guessed I had gone over the limit this time, bleaching mamma's favorite black shirt.

But she placed this on herself, giving me a black eye.

I just hoped she wouldn't tell Dad.

But, knowing her, she most likely will...

I trumped down the steps, my hipless sides bumping against the narrow hall.

I was up stairs doing my homework in my bare bone room.

Middle school was hard...when you couldn't pay attention in class due to the pain in your side.

I poked my head in my mother's room.

I hated her; she was a professional body builder.

And ugly one at that.

I don't know what dad saw in her.

She spotted me and my blood ran cold.

She had been drinking...

I screamed as she stormed over to me, grabbing me by the collar and slapping me harshly on the face.

Over, and Over, and Over...

"Please...Mamma!" I tried to scream, but the pain was too much.

I felt something trickle down my face.

Blood...

She dropped me on the ground, and started kicking me in the side.

I tried to crawl away.

"Where do you think you're going, Scum?!"

I looked up in this woman's eyes.

Bloodshot and frightening in rage.

"You think you can rule me?! Huh, Bitch!"

She threw me and I went flying across the room.

"I. Am. The. Ruler. Of. This. Household!"

She stalked slowly over to me, "Beg."

"No!"

"Beg!"

"No!...Please!"

She brought her leg back.

"BEG, BITCH! BEG!"

"NO, YOU WRETCHED, OLD, UGLY HAG!"

She sent her leg speeding towards my abdomen.

It made sharp contact with a sickening thunk.

The pain was so intense that I couldn't breath; she had knocked the wind out of me.

My stomach lurched and I hurled on the carpet.

"Oh! Nyra!" She bent down and placed her hand gently on my cheek.

"My poor baby!"

Mamma was...bipolar.

Nice mamma was rare, so I take it when I can.

I heard my father's car door slam.

He was home...and mamma switched back into mean mamma.

"You're gonna clean this up!"

She slapped me on my already sore, cut cheek.

"And I'll let your father take care of you!"