Chapter 4: Hurt
Monday, April 30 2007, 4:05 p.m.
Upstairs in Angel’s room, Simon is reading one of Angel’s books called Every Dead Thing; I don’t like the sound of that book. Angel told me it’s about a Detective called Charlie Parker and he finds his wife and child dead in the kitchen and the killer is an artist of death, who makes their bodies his canvas. I have no idea what that means, but the killer also takes their faces as his prize.
I’m not sure if my brother is true, but I wouldn’t want to read that book, it’s too old for me, I’m surprised he’s allowed it, maybe mum didn’t know what it was about, or maybe he bought it without her knowing... I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to read it I know that.
Anthony is lied on Angel’s bean bag on his Nintendo 3DS, I walk over to him and sit on the floor next to him and look up at what he is playing, it looks like Mario, or something similar to it.
I look at Anthony; he looks back at me so I smile, showing my teeth when I do and he just looks at me, shows me a small smile and goes back to playing on his DS. I look at the floor and pull a sad face.
I then focus myself on Jack; he is playing on the x-box on some football game. It looks like he is really interested in football. What boy isn’t?
I like football too, it’s just I’m not that good at it. I’m only little, but when I am bigger I want to be good at it, just like my brother and Jack. I’ve never seen Jack play in real, but he is good on the x-box, so he must be good in real.
“So...” I pause and look around the room, Simon looks at me, then Anthony pauses his game, raises his head and looks towards me and Jack does the same. They all just look at me with a what-do-you-want, kind of look.
“It’s too quiet in here; want me to put some music on?” I ask and smile at them all. They just keep looking at me so I get up off the floor and just walk out of the room.
I am now at the top of the stairs and I look back into Angel’s room and I hear all the boys laughing, I run back into the room and it goes all quiet again.
I pull a look of confusion and tilt my head to the left. I walk in and sit next to Anthony and giggle. He gets up off the bean bag and walks in front of me. I look away to Jack and Anthony pulls my face to look at him.
“Look. We don’t want you here, go downstairs or do something.” Anthony tells me. I look outside Angel’s room and walk out, I go downstairs and sit on the couch and switch the T.V. on. I watch The Smurfs.
Angel misses daddy a lot, he just doesn’t like to show it in front of his friends. He thinks they will think badly of him and that he needs to grow up and learn that people have to go to work for a long, long time.
Right now I just wish my daddy was here, I feel left out and unloved when he isn’t around, he is what makes me happy, he’s my special daddy.
