Amabel's Story

It hurt. Of course, it hurt when they hit her before, but this was different. It was like they were finally tired of her. As if they wanted to kill her this time. To finally be rid of the poor, wretched blind daughter who couldn't do anything right. Who was always so needy. She needed clothes, she needed food, she needed medicine, she needed to have parental guidance until she could finally afford a seeing dog. Not that she wanted one. Quite the opposite. Two things stood in her way in that department. One; She was allergic to dog fur. Two; Dogs terrified her. 

Another slash in her arm brought her to her senses. The tears streamed down her face, slowly. One at a time they fell down her face onto her cuts that she couldn't nurse since they had tied her up. When did they do that? She couldn't remember, the pain was taking up all her focus. A whip made contact with her already broken leg making her cry out in desperation. Desperation for it to stop. She didn't want to die, not yet. She hasn't even felt what it was like to love someone yet. She hasn't felt what it was like to trust someone wholeheartedly. She couldn't even trust her best friend, Seth Grig, with her secrets. She lied about being blind, too. She was always wearing sunglasses, even indoors. That probably made him suspicious, but being the friend he was, he dropped the subject knowing it would make her uncomfortable. He never did anything to make her uncomfortable. He thought he understood, but he didn't. No one could. 

She screamed again. This time from the way her father threw her on the floor. Well, this was after her mother had untied her hands. Correction- Step-mother. Her real mother died in a car crash. That was years ago. 

The unwanted blind could still remember it clearly; like a movie. A kind looking father was driving down the road with his lovely wife in the passenger seat. Their four-year-old daughter was in the back seat playing with her Happy Meal toy. She was born blind, but she was smart, so they didn't worry about her too much. The little girl had forgotten to put on her seat belt. More like her father forgot. He was supposed to buckle her up since she couldn't see where it should've gone. However, because he forgot (He prefers to blame his daughter.), the smiling mother had to undo hers, while on the road, and reach back to buckle her daughters'. She didn't blame the husband for forgetting. He was forgetting a lot of things, all the time. The mother was just finishing fastening her beloved daughter to the seat.

Then it happened. A car was speeding down the opposite lane. It was being chased by several cop cars. There were two men in ski masks. One was driving furiously and recklessly down the road. The other had a gun in his hand looking back at the police cars telling the driver to go faster. The father had no idea if he should stop or not, so he slowed down. The guy with the gun turned around and saw the innocent family's cars. The gears in his head turned as he came up with a plan. He leaned out the  passenger window and pointed the gun at the man driving slowly down the other lane. All it took was one shot.

The father was shot square in  the shoulder, but nothing important was hit, thankfully. However, the shock sent him swerving all over the highway. He hit head on with three cop cars, flipping his own five times after he hit the third car. He was wearing his seatbelt, so he was safe. His daughter was bawling, terrified and shocked as a piece of glass about an inch thick and four inches long was sticking out of her eye. She was in terrible pain. Nothing a four-year-old should experience.

The father looked over, expecting to see his wife with her own seatbelt on and safe, but she wasn't there. He looked around, shushing his daughter in a soothing voice. His wife wasn't in the car. He undid his own seatbelt and eased himself from his upside down position. He crawled out of his car.

A few feet away, there lay his wife. She was still breathing, but just barely. He smiled, and sighed with relief. He opened the backseat and got his baby girl out of the car trying not to move her head too much, as well as his own throbbing shoulder. He stood up and started to limp towards his wife.