Hannah POV
My mind squeaked D-Dad? You.. You died..
Ok, wait, let me tell you about my dad. He could hear until he was 9 so he is pretty goddamn good at talking, He knows sign language and he went missing when I was 10.
"Hello, Hannah" he spoke and signed
I knew sign language so I signed back quickly. "No, Get out. I would rather be in a abusive foster home than with you." My eyes pricked Crap.
"Hannah.." he sloppily signed "Let me explain..."
"Dad! The time you left was awful, Mom was depressed, I was ten!" I signed quickly, tears cascaded down my face. "Now you just come back?! You cant just do that!"
He took a tentative step closer. Close enough.. I thought. I raised my hand and slapped his cheek, my palm print slowly appearing.
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ITS BACK (once again), FOR GOOD THIS TIME!
YOU ARE READING
The mute
Teen Fiction"Mrs. Lockhum.. Your daughter is a mute..." I looked towards my mother, Her face was contorted with sadness, anger or stress. I couldn't tell. "Cant you do... ANYTHING?" My mother replied, her lower lip quivering. The doctor shook her head. "Im sorr...
