Bloody Mess

It was a warm sunny day in Augusta, Georgia. A little girl about the age of ten, was looking out the window, as it stopped raining. The little girl had long wavy black hair, black as ink, blue eyes that just would melt your heart out, tan skin which was weird for someone that lived in that part of Georgia, and had a sad smile across her face. She was wearing blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. As she looked up into the sky, she felt joy that the never ending rain, had finally stopped. "Momma look it stopped raining" Emma said over joyed that the rain stopped. But her joy was quickly gone as, she heard her father Bob come home. "I know Emma isn't it wonderful-" Courtney stopped when she heard him come into the drive way. "Oh no that unbearable asshole is home." Courtney said unamused. Emma left the living room, and ran to her room wishing that he did walk in and see or hear her run up the stairs, but sadly he did. He walked in the house with sweat on his brow; he looked around for his voodoo doll. That has always been her nickname; he would rarely call her by her real name or her full name. Her full name was Emma Sunny Johnson, not like that mattered anymore to him. She was like a stranger to him, never thought as anything more than a- well a voodoo doll. He walked up to her room, not drunk- as he always was; but he had a pure hatred for Emma. He had to stop to get his old leather belt that his father had given him, from his room, and than carried on to Emma's room. Emma was hiding in her room, crying loudly, which did not help her. Bobs busted into her room, laughing like a manic; which she was used to when this happened. "Daddy pl- please stop." Emma said crying and her voice was soft but frantic. "STOP WHAT?! How 'bout you stop living and breathing!" He always told her to stop, stop this, stop that, but mostly stop living and breathing. He lifted her by the caller of her shirt, and swung the belt. He dropped her after a couple of hard hits to the chest, butt, and legs. Emma hit the ground, and sobbed till she was unconscious. It was not the first time he had hit her hard enough to make her unconscious.