The pain in my stomach is becoming unbearable. It's becoming difficult to ignore. If I want peace, I will have to find something to soothe it. I know there is nothing in the kitchen, but maybe I over looked something. I am hoping and praying that this is the case. I get off my bed and head to my door. I move the block out of wood out of the way and lay it against the opposite wall, then walk down the hallway.
Momma and Matt are in the living room. I can hear them. They are talking but their voices are no louder than a whisper.
"Leave," Momma sobbs. "Just leave."
I stop at the edge of the hallway. I turn my head and look into the living room. I can see Momma standing in the living room. I poked my head out more trying to see what is going on. They are never this quiet. Something is wrong. I can feel it. I can hear it in Momma's voice.
Matt is sitting in his recliner. His face calm and cool. My eyes move to Momma's hand. A knife in clenched in her fingers and they are holding right against Matt's throat. I quickly cover my mouth.
"Leave now," Momma cries. Matt doesn't say anything. "Please just leave."
Matt still doesn't move. I make my way back towards my room. I don't turn around until I reach my door. I silently close it and put my board back against the door. I couldn't walk into the kitchen, not with them like that. I will just have to go hungry again.
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Non-FictionRaven always loved her parents, even after they got divorced. She didn't blame them. They just went their separate ways. This changes when her mother convinces her that she must move in with her. After moving in with her mother, Raven's life is fli...
