Hurricane

~4~

I walked down the rows and rows of benches until reaching the very front where my small family was sitting. The thoughts raced through my mind. If I were to escape, my mother would become his number one punching bag instead of me. My freedom or the one person I cared for. The decision no one should have to make.

I sat next to the very person who tortured me for my whole life and pretended that I loved the nightmare himself. I put on that dreaded smile and nodded my head at the words that the preacher said even though I didn't hear a single one. My head was to busy being consumed by the darkness and my eyes preoccupied with holding the tears back.

When we returned home or to the house of horror, I helped mother set the table. As I placed forks on the neatly folded napkin, she tossed salad in a bowl.

"I glad you decided you didn't pull that little stunt of yours." Her statement drew my attention to her. The click of her high heels bounced through the house as she strode over to place the mixed vegetables in the middle of the table.

"Stunt? What stunt mother?" I say as if I was clueless, she had a way of always finding out, even the darkest secrets. She looked to me, bringing her hand to cup my face.

"Don't do this to me malie baby girl, I love you. I'm your mom tell me what's going on." I harshly pushed her hand away from my face. Finally letting my demon out. I started to stomp off when I felt the same hand on my shoulder before, again, pushing it away.

"Don't ever call me that! And you might be my mother but you will never be my mom."

"A lady does not raise her voice in such way and she certainly does not talk to the woman who raised her like that." She put her foot down, using up every bit of power she had left in her body. I could see the tears threatening to fall in her emerald eyes.

I couldn't stand it. I blotted to my room, the salt water coming down like a storm. The door slammed and I knew it was another bruise, another scar, another scrape on my heart.

I was in an inescapable hell.

~•~•~•~

I washed my blood stained face multiple times before my father stood in the doorway once more. I turned my body to face him, but I continuously stared at the bathroom floor.

"We are going to visit a friend of my very soon so make yourself at least the bit attractive. I have a plan for you." He winked, causing me to shiver which then he laughed at then disappeared into the hallway.