Home Survivor

Chapter 2

~Chapter 2~

"Mr. Parkers, we need to talk about your daughters grades." Mrs. Blake snaps her fingers in front of my dad's face.

"Oh what? Yes, yes we do." He laces his fingers together and places his hands on the table.

"Well, Nia is approaching 7th grade and her grades need to be improved. She is currently failing math and social studies, but she's doing an exceptional job in P.E. and Language Arts. The Principal wrote this letter to you, uh, privately please." Mrs. Blake says when I try looking over my dad's shoulder to read the letter.

My dad slides the letter away from me and turns his back. He mumbles and scans the page quickly.

"Nia, care to explain?" He turns around and shoves the letter in my face. I yank the paper away and this time it's MY turn to turn my back to him.

'Mr. Parkers,

I'm currently worried about your daughter's well being. Please understand that I am not implying anything. Nia Parkers comes to school almost everyday with bruises all over her body. Last week, Nia came to school with fingerprints all along her arm. Another day, a red mark across her face. She is also rather skittish. Just yesterday, a teacher went over to help her with her math and Nia leaped out of her chair when the teacher touched her shoulder. And her writing abilities are absolutely amazing, but her stories are very violent and alarmingly vivid. The last couple weeks have been the most disturbing. Our school P.E. teacher complimented Nia on her running, because she is the best runner in the class. When the teacher congratulated Nia, Nia replied with 'I get practice at home.' That is very concerning Mr. Parkers and I recommend that you fix this immediately. Remember, I am not implying anything, but there are support groups for people such as yourself and we have many fine counselors at school for your daughter. Thank you.

Signed,

Principal Stevens'

I shake my head.

"I don't know." I whisper.

"You damn well too know!" My dad jumps up from his seat and slams his hand on the table. Mrs. Blake casually watches, not even flinching.

"You're dropping hints, is that what you want! The cops to come after me and take me away, huh! Oh just wait 'til we get home Missy, your fair game." My dad starts stomping towards me, I step back but fall on the ground.

"Jonathan! That's enough!" Mrs. Blake jumps up from the table and rushes over. She picks me up off the floor and stands between me and my dad.

"Not here, please." She says. Mrs. Blake looks defiantly at my dad, her hands curled up into fists.

"Yes, dear." He says. He walks over to Mrs. Blake and hugs her. She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. He begins to place his hands on her waist, but decides to give me the middle finger before he does.

My dad starts whispering to Mrs. Blake. I lean forward, trying to catch anything, but I only catch "tonight" and "you".

When my dad is done, he roughly grabs my arm and drags me from the school and to the parking lot. I turn around, but Mrs. Blake is turned around. I glare at her.

That bitch! In a relationship with my dad?! How the hell does she get in at night?!

Mrs. Blake turns around and smiles flirtatiously at my dad, he doesn't see. I use this as my only chance and repeat what my dad did to me, give the middle finger. Mrs. Blake sees me and mimics my actions.

I'm gonna be just like Liam, and throw that bitch out the door.