I dropped the wine glass on the floor. Glass shattered, red liquid splattered the floors and my cotton dress. An unintentional squeal escaped my lips, and my hand clasped itself over my accident prone mouth. They were my vocal chords that I dared not use, for punnishment would follow, though I couldn't help it most of the time. Being in 3rd grade is the time when we become curious and begin to ask questions about the world we live amoung. I hurriedly grabbed a broom and sweeped up the glass shards, and began to wipe the floor of the red liquid. My hand pressed against the hard tile of the kitchen floor, and I felt a sharp pain pierce my skin. I had missed a piece of glass and it punctured the palm of my hand. I winced and stood up, searching for a paper towel to clean myself up with.
"What the hell did you do!" Screamed a horrifying voice. I turned to face it, the voice of my father.
"I d-dropped the g-glass-" I admitted. Lying wasn't working anymore, they only believed me for a while before they caught on and punished me for it. I'd never forget that day.
"And why isn't this mess cleaned up yet?!" He roared, the voice booming in my eardrums.
"I got glass in m-my hand." I replied cautious and quietly.
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Shy Eyes
Teen FictionPaisley and John Evergreen have been riding in the same boat for a long time, living with their violent parents for all of their lives, left with nothing but each-other. Paisley believes she is only a whole person when he is with her. They protected...
