Ignoring everyone's hurtful words and stares, I turned my attention back to my homework. But I couldn't focus, I just kept asking myself why, what did I do to deserve this?
Starring blankly back at my homework, I started to think when it all turned to hell. I was almost 9, my parents came home arguing about something horrible. I remember being woken up by they're yelling. I sat there trying to listen but also like I was still sleeping. This went on for a full hour and I couldn't hear a word that was said, just screaming and crying and things being thrown. It went silent for almost twenty minutes but then the screaming continued. After an hour I finally slipped out of bed, walking down the hallways I peered down the staircase to see my dad sitting on the bottom step holding his head in his hands sobbing and my mother standing with her back leaning on the front door. I sat there and watched them for I don't know how long. It's seemed like hours before they noticed me. When they did finally notice me, my mother ran up the stairs at me with her hand raised, striking me across the face. My eyes watered at the slap, tears slipping down my cheeks, I remember my lip puckering out as I cried harder. I couldn't move, I just kept crying, repeatedly saying why over and over. Starring up at my mom a look of regret crossed her features if for only a second but was then replaced with anger. Looking past my mom to my father, my lip quivered, I asked why again. Again my mother raised her hand to slap me, closing my eyes I waited for the impact but it never came. Looking back up at my mom her hand still raised I saw my father standing next to my mom holding her raised hand. The fear I had just seconds ago vanished but came back as soon as my father let go of my mom and reached for my wrist. He dragged me down the hallway towards my bedroom, tossing me into my room he slammed the door behind him. That night he gave me a total of twenty-five slaps across my bottom. Each one hurting more than the one before. When he finally left, I had passed out from all the crying and beating. I didn't leave my bed for three days, not even to eat.
"Shay?"
"shay?"
Blinking a couple times I started to focus again. I was still in mystery class, except I was alone. All my classmates had left for their next class.
"shay? Are you alright?" Mr. Cameron asked.
I then realized I wasn't alone, my teacher stood in front of my desk.
"Yes in fine, I'm sorry sir," I said quietly, my eyes lowered, looking at anything but him.
"Are you sure Shay? You know you can talk to me about anything. He said kindly.
"I know, I just had a bad night," I said hoping he would just drop it.
"Well, my classroom is always open if you need anything ok Shay?"
I didn't know what to say, so I looked up and smiled weakly. Standing up and grabbing my things, I rushed out the door heading to my next class.
