Daddy's Girl

chapter 2

'Emma! hey' Hanna calls out too me as she occupies the sit besides mine. 'I haven't heard or seen you all day, whats up?' she asks as she patiently awaits a response. 'uhh.. just a bit busy and stuff' I say, my eyes fixated on the board. 'So how have you been?' she continues. Go away Hanna your boring me more than this stupid class.. 

I  rest my head on the desk ignoring her questions as my mind drifts back to dads phone call from earlier. I wonder who that was i think to myself 'maybe its just another business man',  but didn't he say he was going to the casino? I ask myself deep in thought, 'Emma you worry too much, your dad is a big man'.

After 20 minutes of thinking I am slapped back to reality when the bell goes off. I hurriedly pack my bag and rush out of the class desperate for some fresh air. The halls are divulged with students trying their best to squeeze  through the crowd. Soon i am out of the school and free. Even if i got brushed, pushed, and bumped into students several times  i am surprised that I still managed to get out of the school alive. 

I arrive on my dads property with a pounding headache followed by a minor ache at the back of my eyes. I lazily climb the stairs as I rub my knuckles against my sleepy eyes, ignoring the tyre marks on our freshly cut lawn and dead flowers. The petals make contact with the ground as if they are one. Looks as if they were having a battle and the dirt won. RIP I wish as i shake my head at my wild imagination and lazily turn the door knob.

I am taken aback at the scene in front of me. I rub my eyes confused then look again too make sure that its not my eyes playing tricks with me. The living room stays the same, drawers opened, broken glasses and plates decorating the kitchen floor, the sofas are turned upside down and the house is filled with muddy foot prints. The sight instantly reminds me of the past, that's scarred me for life. Returning home from school  eight years ago, only too be met face to face with the sight of my mom sprawled out on the floor lying in her own  sweat and blood.

Cold, wet liquid makes contact with my cheeks and is then that i realize that i had been crying. I instantly wipe away my tears. Be strong em, be strong...  I retaliate in my mind,breathing in and out continuously, trying my best to be brave. Suddenly i spot blood spots on the carpet and i am then brought to the realization that dad must have been home during this havoc. Soon i am soaked with sweat and my heart feels heavy as my heartbeat quickens. ''Dad!'' i shout concern and fear laced in my voice. ''Dad!'' i scream once more as i cup my face and tear up. ''noo..'' i whisper barely audible, my body resting against the door as I hugged my feet to my chest.