She slammed the door angrily. The lock clicking in place. The little girl ran over to the door. Her tiny hands in fists, slamming against the hard wood. Tears falling slowly down her face.
"Aunty May, Please open up!" The child's voice was small and almost fragile. Her eyes, once a bright hazel, were now a pale brown. She no longer wore a smile brighter than the sun. But instead, a frown full of the deepest sorrows. The girl's brown hair hangs in loose ringlets down the back of her blue satin dress.
"Melina, you are to stay in here. No coming out, you hear?" The woman, Aunt May's voice boomed through the door. Melina sobbed quietly. "Child, do you understand?" Melina nodded her head. The click of the lock and the door being thrown open made Melina fly across the room. "Melina, you know better than to ignore Aunty May, now dont you?" May walked towards Melina slowly, a belt in her hands. Melina's eyes widened and she began to cower in fear. Aunty May always spanks her with the belt.
"Y-yes ye-es Ma'am." Melina's voice came out as a whimper. Loose strands of hair falling into her face. "Oh Aunty May, please don't spank me." May's hand reared back and thrusted forward. A hard SNAP was heard throughout the room and Melina's cries of pain were heard through the halls of the house. Again and again May's hand reared and thrusted, ending it all in a loud SNAP.
"You will go to bed with no supper, Melina. And tomorrow, when you wake, you are to sweep the halls, wash the windows, vacuum the whole house and make sure the dishes get done. You hear child?" May walked towards the door, belt in her hands.
"Yes Ma'am." Melina responded quickly. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked back into place. Waiting a few minutes, Melina looked at the red welts and bloodied cuts all over her body. Grabbing the first-aid from under the closet, Melina began applying alcohol to her wounds covering them in gauze and band aids. The welts would be bruises by morning. So she would just have to apply cover-up tomorrow morning before she does the chores. Slowly and painfully, Melina made her way to the bed, laying down and crying herself to sleep.
