"God damn is it hot!" My father exclaimed.
"Mhm." I mumbled in agreement.
"Jessie?"
"Yes daddy?" I said, turning my head towards him.
"Go get me some lemonade." I looked down and twirled my finger around in the dirt.
"Daddy, we ain't got no lemonade." I said quietly. Waiting for his response made me want to throw up the peanut butter and fluff sandwich I just had a few minutes ago.
"What was that?" He spoke finally.
"W-we ain't no lemonade daddy. I-i'll go to the market tomorrow and getcha' some." I said, cautiously.
"Now Jessie I know you did not just tell me what I didn't want to hear, right?" My stomach was in knots and I could feel myself getting hotter by the minute.
I gulped deeply.
"I-I can get you some water?" I questioned. I knew he wouldn't want water or anything else I could offer him. He wanted lemonade and it made him even angrier that he couldn't have it.
He stood up from out of his chair and walked over to where I was sitting. I looked up at him nervously as he hovered over me. Soon enough I felt a stinging sensation across my cheek. He said no words before he did it, just like always.
There was a silence after it was done. He just stood there, angrily.
"I'll go buy you that lemonade." I finally spoke, breaking the silence.
