"What is that?" Isobel asked looking at the painting I just drew.
"It's-
uh-
-it's a car. At night. Driving into a cliff. It's falling. You see, look at it again" I said describing it.
"Oh. That's really cool." She said.
"Yeah. So-" I was cut off by my dad opening the door.
"Hey dad, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing but the fact that you ditched school! Your principal called me yesterday and told me you skipped 5-7th period!" He said.
"Oh, I-"
"I don't wanna hear it! Hannah, this isn't a joke. Your grades, school, they all matter. You know what, your grounded. For a week. No no, for a month!" He yelled.
"Dad calm down. I'll fix it" I said with cracks in my voice.
"DONT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, HANNAH!" He yelled.
I took a breath and looked away.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" he asked walking over.
"What?! No!" I said defending myself.
He walked over and slapped my face.
"Do NOT give me an attitude. Next time, you talk to me with respect!" He said.
He always makes me feel like I'm not a human.
I got really upset at the fact that my own father slapped me.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yelled with tears almost streaming down my face.
"You need to be punished. No more phone." he said grabbing my phone.
"No computer." He grabbed that too.
"And no more painting!" He said.
My heart dropped. Painting is the one thing that I care about. Without it, I feel empty.
"Dad-
no please. Please don't." I begged.
"I warned you Hannah. You don't deserve this." He walked over and grabbed my paint brushes.
"DAD NO PLEASE" I begged.
He grabbed all 6 and slammed them on the ground. The tips shattered and the wood cracked.
"Oh my God" I cried and ran over to them. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"I taught you a lesson." he said.
He started walking out when I yelled, "I WISH YOU WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR! I WISH YOU WOULD STOP BREATHING! I WISH THAT YOU WOULDN'T HAVE A PULSE ANYMORE!" He then left my room.
I remained on the floor. Crying.
"Why would he do that?" I asked Isobel.
"Why. Why. Why. Why. Why." I asked, crying even more.
"I-
I don't know" she said.
Isabel's not one to sympathize. But, I could tell she felt sorry for me.
"Hannah! Hannah get down here!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.
Ugh, what now.
I ran downstairs and saw my mom crying over my dad. On the floor.
"Your father, he-he fell down the stairs.
And I can't find his pulse." she said crying.
"Call 911!" she yelled.
YOU ARE READING
Hannah (Book One)
Misterio / Suspenso"call it haunting, but I call it saving." {disclaimer: i wrote this when i was very young, so don't mind the errors and what not- its not perfect but i'm glad people enjoyed it (: enjoy it now if it's your first time:) }
