There was no school today. It was Sunday. Everyone in town is in church, I wanted to believe in God once, but it is hard to when living a life like mine. I had heard about Him in class from my teacher. "God bless you all" God this, God that.
Tommy was in his PJ's on the living room floor playing with his Spiderman figure. I saw momma and papa on the couch watching some talk show that I didn't know about. "Oh great, she's up." My mom said annoyingly. I showed no expression, I just went into the kitchen and did breakfast for my parents. "Make my bacon extra crispy," papa shouted.
What seemed like 15 minutes later, "What's taking so damn long?" I heard my mama get up, I stared at the eggs hoping they could cook faster.
"I wanted scrambled" She stood behind me, a hand on her hip. "I know mama, but.."
She sighed, "Look get the hell outta my way" she pushed me aside, really hard, I'm surprised I didn't fall.
My dad laughed back at the cough "Ha. Worthless child!" I didn't have to hear a million times that I'm a worthless child, but I did.
After a painfully awkward breakfast where it was mainly accompanied by my parents talking about someone named Marissa, I got up and went towards Tommy who was still playing with his Spiderman. "Hey there Tommy, what cha doing?" He looked at me. His eyes were so perfect. They were hazel like mama's. He smiled and gave me his Spiderman.
"Get away from him!" My mom shouted from the table. She grabbed Tommy and put him on the couch. "What is wrong with you!" She yelled more until my heart started beating fast. When she pushed me, I think I hit my funny bone as I landed, it felt like electricity had ran down my arm. My eyes watered as I looked at mama. For some reason, I felt like she was in more pain than me.
"Don't ever touch him again, you understand? Idiot!" I frowned, "Yes momma." She brushed back her hair, "I wish you wouldn't call me that."
I went to my room and cried. Cried of relief because I was away from the, or crying of pain, I'm not sure which one. Will I ever be happy? Will my parents stop abusing me? What do I do to stop them? I don't even know anymore. I just want to be happy. But clearly that's not going to happen.
Why don't my parents love me? Why hate me? Am I a worthless child like they say I am?
I don't know. I want to be happy. But maybe one day I will. One day.
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The Flower Girl
Short StoryA child abuse story. Katherine Brooks. Eleven years old. Her parents don't like her, she gets abused a lot by them. But she doesn't know how to stop it. She wants to be happy. But how?
