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A Little Lighter

     My daddy was an honorable man, he was respected by nearly everyone in our small town. He worked hard to keep a roof over our head and food on our table. He was a driving force in our small world. He took us to church and was know as a family man. At a glance you would think he could walk on water, but ever man has a weakness. My daddy was held back by a bottle of whiskey or any kind of alcohol for that matter. It wasn't always a problem, because he most of the time drank so much that he couldn't even lift his head. But there were times, every so often, that he would get so violent i felt he might kill us if didnt pass out.

   Our humble family consisted of my daddy, my two little sisters Elizabeth/Mary and me. My mom left a while back. She just up and left, i felt abandoned for a while but i had to be strong for my sisters. The first month or two after she left dad went throught a tough time with the drinking. He was quite violent for the first week, but soon he was so sad he drank until we thought he was dead. Then his drinking slowed and we thought he was getting better but that all changed.

    The night everything changed had been an unexpectedly warm September night. I had finished cleaning up the normal dinner mess, and dad wasnt home yet. I made him an extra plate with the hope he may be sober tonight. As soon as he walked into the door I could smell the liquor on him. I turned around to look at the tragic state he was in. He stumbled in dropping his jacket on the floor with half a bottle in his hand. I could sense it was going to be a rough night, so I went my sister's room and told them to hide in their closet and to not come out.

  I returned to the den trying to prepare what was about to happen but nothing could prepare me for my inevitable fate. As soon as I entered the room i could feel the savagery in the air, a new kind of tension that made my heartbeat increase. I kept my head down as I slowly walked. I looked up to see if he possibly passed out but to my utter disappointment he stared at me like a predator to prey. I got increasingly scared knowing I was helpless. He began to walk toward me and took a swig. Then he suddenly threw the bottle, I tried to duck but I was too slow. It hit my right side and shattered, alcohol spilling all over me. I felt my knees give out and I fell to the floor. Even though he doesn't smoke, he had a lighter with him and he tauntingly opened and closed it. As he swayed side to side, I could feel blood dripping down my face. I sat petrified, unable to move a muscle. Click. Click. Click. He clicked open the lighter but then he stared at the open flame. His face look so blank I knew he would pass out any moment. Unfortunately, I was too right in that assumption. As he toppled to the groud, the lighter he previously held landed on me. My right side began to catch flame and I tried to put it out but my efforts only made it worse. I screamed in agony, which made made my dad jolt awake. Something in his groggy drunken mind thought to put it out. He began stomping on my frail body trying to put out the fire. Under his feet I could feel my bones cracking and breaking. I wailed in the searing pain. Over half of my body was crushed and or burned. I began to get weaker and weaker but i could hear faint sounds. My cries slowly died and all I could hear was the cries of my sisters as my dad fumbled around. Everything began to grow farther away; My eyes fluttered fighting to stay open; I heard sirens wailing outside. Then there was nothing. No pain, no heat, just an empty darkness. I felt like i was floating, finally free from my immense burden.

**** Thanks for reading this!!! Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. This was inspired by a makeup piece i did a few months ago and i couldnt sleep so i decided to publish it!!!