Abuse

The call

I was sitting on the couch with my little sister Bekka when the phone had rung. I and my sister had thought nothing of it after all the phone rings all the time. My father had walked into the living room to answer the phone. When he walked down the stairs he seemed happy but when he had answered the phone the smile that was on his face was gone and his blue eyes had started to fill with tears.

 His tall skinny body had fallen. His tan hand rubbing against his short black hair back and forth. When the phone had hung up he turned and looked at us. You could tell he was trying hard to stay strong. He had looked at us for what seemed to be hours but it was only minutes. Then he finally talked Girls said our father, Mother has gotten into an accident. 

He starts crying again but even harder my eyes start to fill with tears and so was my sisters. Father had looked at us again and said Mother had not made it. That's when I had felt numb I had tears rolling down my face but I did not feel sad or angry or anything all I could do was stand there and watch as my sister and father hug. I'm frozen and numb I don't know what to do or what to say. My sister looks at me she asks if I'm okay but I....I can't answer her I can't speak. All I can do is stare at her my father comes over and hugs me.

 Later that month we go to her funeral. It's been hard on all of us it's been around a month and a half. Me and my sister are doing better but father is doing bad very bad.