Unexpected

Pain

Silence. That's the only thing I can hear. Silence. I folded my hands in my lap as the cook gave me my plate. I signed.

"Here you go miss." I nodded, not wanting to break the sound of this beautiful sound.

"Your father and Miss Susan should be here any minute" My smile faded.

SLAM. I jumped in my chair. The cook raced back into the kitchen as my drunken father entered.

"Oh, helllooooo Scarlet." He fumbled in. His girlfriend trailing right behind him. I stood up and walked to the back of the chair and pushed it in.

"I was just leaving." His faced darken. He tried to walk towards me but in his state, he looked like he was acting like some sort monkey. Susan helped him stand up. She smiled at me. That sinking woman. Gets him drunk and she get whatever she wants.

"Are you not hungry?" He slurred the r.

"You should eat dear." Her crooked smile gave me shivers. I stepped back.

"I'm not hungry" I said slowly. Father shook his head. He tapped his finger on the table.

"You need to eat dear." Susan help straighten him up. He reached in his coat and pulled out a bear. He sipped on it than slammed it against the table. CRASH. Glass went everywhere. I jumped again. Susan moved father off the table and closer to me.

"Eat!" He yelled. I could feel my hands shake.

"But, I'm not"

"EAT" He screamed. It startled me so much I felt a tear run down my cheek. I moved towards the table. I could feel their stares. I moved closer towards the table as I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I moved away from the table, looking down at my sock. Big red stains were appearing on my sock.

I jerked backwards and fell on my bum. I heard them laugh. Tears ran down my face as I stood up and ran to the bathroom. I ripped my sock off, trying to see the wounds. Blood was all over my foot. But what I felt didn't match my pain inside. While crying, I cleaned up the wound and threw my socks in the trash can. Then I walked quietly to my room to grab some clean socks and a jacket.

I changed from my form fitting cloths to a comfy sweater and sweat pants. Then I quickly ran outside. My foot was still hurting as I ran as fast as I could. I could feel the stares of all the people on the street as I ran. I try to ignore them. But the pain was so real. Just the pain. Pain