The Storm In Her Eyes

Chapter 3

I quickly run upstairs and see my mom standing in the doorway to the basement. I stand two steps below the top where she was standing. I look down at my feet as if they're the most interesting things in the world.

"Why wasn't the house clean when I got home?" My mom asks. I flinch a little at her tone.

"I uh, got held up after school." I wasn't lieing, I was just leaving out some information.

She grabbed my hair and made me look up at her, I winced and tried to get out of her grasp. "That's a pathetic excuse!" She shouted in my face. I could smell the cigarette smoke and alcohol on her breath.

She let go of my hair but kicked me in the stomach, causing me to fall backwards and topple down the stairs. Next thing I knew I was laying on floor at the bottom of the stairs and my mom was rushing down them. She grabbed my arm and roughly got me on my feet. She dragged me up the stairs and threw me on the floor in our living room. "Get. To. Work." She spat, then walked down the hall to her room. Before she went through her door she looked back at me,"oh and, I'm going to be taking a nap. If you wake me up, you will pay the consequences." Then she disappeared behind the door.

I sat on the floor for a few minutes, then felt something went dripping down my face. I touch the wetness and look at my hand to see the all to familiar red liquid. I need to clean my self up so I don't leave blood everywhere. I quietly stand up and go to the kitchen. I wash the wound on my head and put a bandaid on it. Then go back to the living room.

I quietly go to the supply closet. The whole house had hard wood floor so luckily I didn't need to vacuum. I grabbed the broom and the dust pan and got to work. Of course there were also alcohol bottles scattered throughout the house, so I grabbed a garbage bag and started to clean those up.

I wasn't paying attention to where I was stepping and stepped on a piece on broken glass. I yelped in surprise and quickly covered my mouth. I stood there for a good ten minutes listening for my mom's door.

Nothing.

I sigh in relief and limp to the couch. I sit down and inspect my foot. Damn. The piece of glass was wedged deep into my foot. I couldn't get it out my self, I'd need surgery to get it out. Like mom would take me to the hospital. There's a too big of a risk that they would find my other wounds from all of her abuse. I take a deep breath and stand up. I winced when I put pressure on my injured foot.

I tried to ignore the pain as best I could, and got back to work. I cleaned up the broken glass and took the garbage bag out to the can. The rest of my chores were hell with the glass in my foot, but I survived.

I head back down to the basement. I got my pajamas from my room and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I stayed in there longer than I usually do and just let the warm water run down my back. After awhile, I got out. I put on my black sports bra, a blue crop top, and black basketball shorts. I didn't feel like blow drying my hair so I just threw it in a bun and called it good.

I limped back to my bedroom and sat at my desk. I got my homework out of my backpack and got to work. By the time I was done, it was almost midnight.

Then my Skype started going of. I looked at the screen and saw it was my dad calling me. I quickly fixed my hair so my bangs would cover the cut on my temple. I click answer and see my dad's face on the screen.

"Hi daddy!"

"Hey cupcake! How are you and mom doing?"

"We're doing great!" Lie.

"That's wonderful to here! Did mom start drinking again when I left?"

"No. She says that I'm her distraction." Lie.

"That's great! How's school going? Getting good grades?"

"Schools going good and yes, I'm a straight A student!" I smile, it wasn't a complete lie, I did have good grades but school was a living nightmare. Not like home was any better but still.

"Good to hear!" He smiles back at me.

"Dad, when are you coming home?" My dad has been fighting at war for four years now.

"Only two more years sweetie, then I'll be back."

Two more years... Yeah, that's two more years of torture.

"Listen kiddo, I gotta go but be strong ok? I'll be back home before you know it!"

I sigh,"ok dad. Please be safe."

"Always. I love you princess."

"I love you too daddy." Then he hung up. I looked at the blank screen on my laptop, as a tear slid down my face.

Four years ago when my dad went off to war, my mom started drinking again. She drank a lot in college and when she met dad. She quit when she found out she was pregnant with me. Life was good for almost twelve years.... then my dad was called to war. At the time my mom was about seven weeks pregnant, but she started drinking again and lost the baby. She blamed it on me. Said if I wasn't such a horrible daughter she wouldn't of had a reason to drink. I was still a kid, so of course I believed her. That's when the abuse started. At first it was only verbal, but after a year it started getting physical. It was little at first, just slapping... but it escalated quickly to grabbing, punching, kicking, throwing things. Things at school didn't go well either after that. I had to push my only friend away so she wouldn't find out about the abuse. That's when I started cutting my self. It made all the emotional pain physical so it was easier to deal with. I just wish my dad would come home so it would end.

I limped over to my bed and crawled under the covers. I tossed and turned for a good hour and a half before sleep finally consumed me. I survived another day... but how long will it take before I finally snap?

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