It's that time again. Dad's upset in his room
trying to drink his life away, but. it never works.
Believe me when I say I can tell.
He came home from the morgue with darkness
in his eyes. His soft blonde hair was knotted
and wet; his hard hands seething death and
despair. He looked at me with hatred in his
eyes.
"Dad?" I asked with all the innocence I
had left in me.
I don't know if it was a trick of the light or my
mind trying to find some happiness in this dark
and gloomy house. With the couches torn and
smelling like urine and the door almost off its
hinges. But I thought I saw his eyes soften, but
just as quick as a snake it was gone and his eyes
were back to that cold, icy glare I was so used to
seeing.
I can't even remember what it was like
before he turned into this- this monster. No
Nikki! Don't think like that, there has to be some hope left!
I kept telling my self this but the thought was
quickly drowned out and replaced by other
thoughts that destroyed my hope and ridiculed me
for being stupid enough to think that I could
change things.
I could feel his hatred from across the room.
I wanted to say something, anything, that would calm
him down but I knew nothing would. I had killed the
one thing he loved and now he wanted to kill me.
I stood there trembling waiting for him to go, and
he did. He gave me one last glance and stormed
into his room.
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It's been two hours since then. I keep glancing
to that dark corner where it lays and mocks
me. "Wonder how many it'll be this time." It
sneers.
The door opens . . . . . "NIKKI!" My father
yells.
There's nowhere to run; nowhere to hide.
I can't say no. There's no escape. He looks
at me with his drunken face. I don't even have
to be told. I walk over to the corner. "Why hello
again." It jeers. And I sit. I sit and wait for the
pain.
"You've been a naughty girl." My father
growls.
I look down as he grabs the back of
my shirt and pulls it up; revealing my scarred
and bruised back to the mercy of the open air.
He picks up his whip and raises it behind his
head. I cringe as I hear it slice through the
air and onto my back. I scream, but I don't
know why. Nobody can hear me, and nobody
cares. Besides there's nothing they can do.
See I told you I can tell.
It's that time again.
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The Escape
Teen FictionNikki is a fourteen year old girl with a father that is in jail and a mother that's always traveling. She lives with her grandparents in a small shack and goes to Wellis High School. She loves to dirt bike. Or is she? Nikki's life for the past six y...
