Abuse

Drunk Father

 I brush my teeth and do my makeup. Then I put my long hair in a messy bun I go downstairs and I sit down on the couch. I look around but I don't see father, today is his day off. Bekka is sitting at the kitchen table eating some cereal. Hey, Bekka where's dad? I ask her

Ummmmmm I don't know his truck is not here, she replies

I go over to the phone and I call him, No answer I put the phone back and I sit back down on the couch I turn the t.v on and I start watching Criminal Minds which is my favorite show right now. Bekka comes and sits next to me anddd of course she stinks.

You smell like a dead skunk I say to her

Uggggggghhhhhh fine I'll go take a stupid bath she says in a whiny voice and she gets up off of the couch. Thank you I say in a happy voice back to her. She stomps up the stairs into the bathroom. I hear the water and that's when I turn back around to watch t.v.

Like 10 minutes later I start to get hungry so I go into the kitchen and I look around for something to eat but there's nothing except for milk cereal and one box of mac and cheese. That's when I hear the front door slam. I look around the corner to see father standing there andddddd he is drunk again I say in my head. He walks into the kitchen and looks at me

You need to get more food I say to him

NO, I don't I have my own food he says in a stupid voice. I roll my eyes and say welll you kinda need to feed your kids.

I don't want to spend my money on you rats! He yelled

Fine you know what, I say as I slam my glass on the counter so hard it shatters

I will take MY little sister and I will go to the cops! I yell back at him

He looks at me with the angriest face he walks up to me and he gets in my face. He is so close that I can feel the warmth of his alcohol breath agents my face. I feel uncomfortable then he puts his large hand on my throat he starts to choke me I try to slap his hand away but he wouldn't stop. Then Bekka comes down the stairs, Daddy what are you doing! She yells while crying. He turns and he takes his hand off of my throat I fall to the ground. I'm breathing so hard my eyes are watering. I feel so weak like I can't stand up. I'm still sitting on the floor breathing hard and crying. Bekka has already ran back upstairs father is just standing in front of me and he is just watching me. Then finally he walks into his room. After a couple of minutes, I stand back up and I walk to my room. Once I get there I close the door behind me and Bekka is laying on her bed crying.

Bekka I say while crying

D...di..did daddy h...urt yo..u Bekka says while crying but I couldn't understand her.

What? I say

Di..d da..daddy hurt yo..you she says again a little slower but this time I could understand her.

No.. Me and daddy was just playing. I say forcing a fake smile

Then why why we..were yo..you cry..crying, Bekka says

Daddy accidentally played too hard, I tell her, I'm fine, I tell her.

Okay, she says back in a sad low quiet voice. She lays back down and she turns towards the wall.

I go over to my bed and sit down. I look over at my drown wood nightstand and I look at the picture of my mom on it. Its one of her wedding pictures she looked beautiful in her white mermaid gown. Her hair curled with white flowers in it. She looked like an angel. God, I miss her she was so much fun she was like my best friend. I fall asleep. An hour later I wake up to hear my little sister screaming downstairs. I get out of my bed fast and I run downstairs. Bekka is on the floor with a bloody lip and nose she is blocking our father which was standing over her with his hands in tight fists and a scratch on his face.

Oh my god Bekka are you okay! I yell as I run over to her

Our father walks into his room and slams his door.

Bekka what happened?! I say in a worried voice

Daddy hit me, she said crying

There's is a lot of blood on her face I don't know what to do. I run to the kitchen and I grab a bunch of paper towels and I tell her to put it on her face. So she does and I take her up to our bathroom and I help her get cleaned up. After we get Bekka cleaned up I looked at her lip it was a little cut but it's pretty deep. I made her put ice on it because it was swollen I would check it every 5 minutes to see if it's looking better but it never did. She calmed down after a while but she was still scared she did not know how to process what happened. Bekka ignored our father for the rest of the day and so did I.