"Please Tyler tell us why."
Donna's voice echoed,
Through the empty diner.
He grabbed my arm,
And pulled up my sleeve.
A tear slid down Donna's face.
"My father, he keeps...hurting me."
I turned my head,
So I won't be able to see,
Their expression.
"He called me the nastiest things."
"He said I was fat."
"He tormented me."
"But it's okay, he said I deserved it."
Donna pushes the plate,
Towards me.
Her mascara ran down her,
Beautiful face.
I felt bad.
That I was the one causing her,
This pain.
