I look out the window as were about a block or two away from father house
"Mommy please don't make me go"
"Honey you know I have no choice"
eyes as a raindrop falls on the window falling down the window tracing slowly behind the tear that eye is making to the bottom of my cheeks to the bottom of the window where they meet
"Oh stop it you'll see me a week okay it not that long"
"But mommy"
"What you do this every time and the answer will always be the same you have to go"
By this time the car stops we made it to his house
No
My mom opens the door and gets out and I ramble through my seat locking the door
My mom sighs
Unlocking the door and dragging me out
I punch and scream begging her please let be anywhere else but here
She stops before we get to the door
"And when I pick you up from your father I don't want to hear another one of your made up stories"
"But its true mommy"
"Please I know your father and he would do any of the things you say so stop it"
"Mommy"
"I don't want to here and quit dragging your feet I just brought you new shoes"
She let's go of my hand and this is my chance to make it run away so far all the way to grandma and grandpa house or maybe even far enough to any house
"Rose"
My mom yells grading my hand and Continues to drag my hand
"Stop the Attitude I have to get to work"
I look down at the ground and give up slowly walking the next few steps up the Porch
1...2...3 steps later the longest steps ever to make and we made it and now comes
*ding**ding*
My mom presses the button and waits
Loom down at me
"Rose now look what you did to your hair"
She says getting out the brush from her purse and going to brush my hair but my dad and his current girlfriend open up the door
My mom puts the brush away and my dad's girlfriend smiles
"I could hear you a mile away," she says
"With all that screaming I would think your mommy hurt you"
She taps my finger
I want to bite it but I don't want to get in more trouble then I already I am
"See you next week"
My dad says grading my arm and slamming the door
"Your mother Ignorance may be a good thing but my neighbors rose"
My father says and I gulp he talking the scene I made
"Look at your father when he talking to you"
My dad girlfriend says
Looking at her for her a second as a smile was no longer on her face well maybe it's a wicked smile
I look back down then she grabs my face and makes me look up my father
"Are you going to Apologize"
I stay silent
"I am talking to you"
Mommy the week goes by fast enough
More tears form in my eye as I just stare at my father the fear is building up I can't take it
