I ran in to my room to escape it. I ran down the hall my drunken father coming after me. Mother and I deal with this nearly everyday. The abuse, mental and physical, even when he isn't drunk.
Annabelle! Come here!" Father screamed, or slurred.
I gulp finding the right words for response. Anyway i'll get hit, or punished.
"Fine papa," I mumbled.
I walked back down the hall to see him hitting mama. He slowly turned to face me. i shuffled closer to him.
"Faster girl!"he screeched after punching me.
No tears came. I grew use to the fact of it. I hated the man. Me and mama did we never said aloud, but our eyes screamed it. I felt hot with hatred. Mama looked like she was on the brink of fitting back.
"Sorry papa." I mumbled with pure hatred tinting my voice.
Papa slap me for the heck of it and then left. Mama hated it here we looked at each other. Our hatred became worry quickly. Mama's light brown locks were in a pony tail while my mouse colored hair done in a braid.
"Oh Annabelle, we have to do something about that man."Mama whispered.
YOU ARE READING
The Ecxcution
RandomA twelve year old and her mama are abused by the father of the young child. Annabelle, the girl, and her mama come up with a plan to be rid of the pain. Will it work? It is set in the 1800's.
