I wake up to the sound of bottles breaking and a door slamming. "GOD DAMNIT DAWN WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM" my fathers voice louder than the thunder of the outside. I live in a small town in Tennessee, know one knows of it or it's real name, that's how old it is. Storm Tennessee is what we call it because it almost always rains. "GET DOWN HERE" I here my father yells. I didn't move. I pushed my pillow even harder up against my ears. I am 9 now. My old pink pillow smells of my hair after the shower I take when my dad goes to the bar down the road. I'm afraid to shower when he's there because of what he does to me, he says it's how he "teaches me to be a woman" he makes me sick. My dads footsteps are loud up the stairs of our old house in Rain Tennessee. The Oak wood screeches as he rams through my bedroom door " YOU LITTLE BITCH WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM." He grabbed me by my hair and yanked be up. My scaled was already sore from what he has done to me my whole life. He yanked me out the door of my room dragging me on the floor. He grabs the bat he uses every day "I AINT GONNA PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT ANYMORE DAWN." He threw me outside in the storm. "STAY OUT HERE UNTIL MORNIN. DON'T NEVER HIDE MY FUCKING MEDS FROM ME AGAIN. I wince in pain, meds he calls them. The unprescribed drugs he gets with the money from my mother who left for the very reason of what my nfather does to me. I sob. My tears comforting me. Lying on the ground the mud consoling me like a cold blanket.
