Haven
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I tried to forgive and forge, I understand why he does it. I'm reminded every time I look in a mirror. Her. I look just like her,her eyes, her nose, her skin color, her hair. I would be mad too if I had to live with a constant reminder of the one I love who is no longer here.
So I take, the slaps, the punches, the kicks. I knew it would be five times worse today, the first anniversery of her death.
Tears brim in my eyes thinking of my mother and her slow painful death. I cant help but be angry at her for leaving me with him. I do know she wouldnt let this happen if she was here.
I slowly rise out of my small, twin sized bed, still sore from last nights beating. I make my way out of my bedroom and down the stairs, into the kitchen so I can begin to make his breakfeast. I hear glass shattering, and I slowly raise my father hungover, holding a broken picture frame.
"Father," I greet him.
He stroms over and grabs my hair pulling me down to the floor. He kicks me in the stomach. I let out a groan of pain. "You," he spits out, "look just like her. Do you think I need to reminded of my wife's death?" He pulls my hair harder, "Do you?!?!?!" he roars, spit sprinkiling my face.
"No," I softly let out. He kicks me in the same spot , making me scream.
"Damn right I dont," he shouts letting go of my hair and walking over to the glass shards. "Why me?" he mutters, bending over to pick one up. "First Lizzy, then I have to live with it." We are both crying now.
He walks back over to me, as I sit up leaning on the island leaning on the island for support. "Stupid bitch," he mumbles stabbing me in the shoulder. "I hate you," he tells me looking into my eyes as he stabs my stomach. I scream so loudly I think I ruptured my own ear drum.
"Daddy, please, I'm sorry," I try to plead with him.
"I'm not your Daddy." He sticks the glass shard in the hand holding my stomach.
I hear the door open and a "What the hell?" before everything goes black.
