Glynda

Chapter Two: Flash Backs and Back Stories

Whole book dedicated to my nana.

I took off the cloths I've been wearing all day did my make up a little, which is a little bit of mascara and lip gloss. I changed out of my old clothes and put on some black jeans.. Then I put on a purple 'I love Gir' shirt with a picture of Gir on the back with my black jacket over it.

I headed down stairs, but before I could get out the door I felt a hard blow to my face and immediately fell to the ground. I whimpered and looked up to see a very drunk, angry father.

His brown oily hair was messy and his blue eyes looked like they never had a bit of rest. He was wearing what was once a white muscle shirt, but now is a dirty, yellow color. He had no pants on, showing is blue and green striped boxers.

Surprisingly my father wasn't always like this. He use to be a nice looking descent man. His brown hair would always be fixed nicely and when he would hug me, the smell of Ax would fill my nostrils. He always use to wear a nice suit when going to work and when at home, wore a nice T-shirt and either blue jeans or shorts that went to his knees. Some times we would even play catch outside. He wouldn't dare drink alcohol or beer and would basically shun cigarettes, but now, those are his best friends, sadly.

Five years ago, my father was second from boss of a huge corporation. Well, one day a man stole some important papers out of my father's boss's office. When the boss came back the next day he couldn't find them and accused my father of stealing them. My father was out raged of this and denied any of it. He wasn't believed and got fired a week later.

After that he went into a deep depression and started ignoring me. He started smoking and drinking which started making him violent and that soon turned to abusive, which brings us to today.

I got scared and covered my face with my arms in defense. 'Here we go again.'

"Where do you think you're going, little missy?" He said slurring the words.

"I- I was just going to a friend's house for dinner. His parents wanted to meet me." I stuttered.

He replied, "Did my little slut of a girl actually get a boy-friend?"

'I'm not a slut! Why does everyone call me that? I'm a virgin.' I thought to myself. Then I felt a hand grip onto my arm and pull me up to only be slapped across the face again.

"Answer me when I ask you a question!"

"He- he is just a friend." I stuttered out again, not wanting to get hit again, but it didn't help at all.

I felt another slap across my face and this one stung worse, then was thrown back down to the ground. "Don't you lie to me!"

"I wasn't, I swear! Please.." I covered my face again in defense but it didn't work, for he kicked my ribs maybe breaking a few.

"Please! Stop! Your hurting me, Dad!" I screamed. I knew it wouldn't do anything because he didn't care about that. He only enjoyed the pleasure of hurting me and seeing me cry. Seeing me come home everyday, depressed after being bullied makes him smile, especially when I come home with a black eye or limping.

"Do I look like I.." He kicked my stomach HARD, "care?"

I started crying in pain and grabbed my legs and bringing them to my chest. My face burned and my stomach and ribs felt like a ten ton elephant sat on them.

He left laughing, waving his beer bottle around, trying to keep his balance. My mom looked at me, frowning and looked away; only making me feel worse.

My mother has greasy blond hair and tired grey eyes She was starting to show wrinkles because of her bad smoking addiction. She always wears robes, to lazy to dress up.