"You worthless piece of shit" my dad growls. "What the fuck is this?" He bellows in my face the smell of alcohol, strong on his breath.
"That's all they gave me, papa," I say to him.
In his hands are my wages, all week I've grafted my ass off in the fields, and what he has in his hands is a standard wage for someone of my age. At thirteen years of age, I was forced to work in the fields collecting crop for twenty dollars a week.
Fred, my boss—took pity on me when I told him I'm the only man in my house and I need to help my mama earn money to help feed her and my little sister. He didn't know my papa sat on his fuckin' ass day and night while me and mama worked ourselves to the bone. Twenty dollars was a lot for a kid my age, my papa didn't think so though. "Papa, that's a lot for someone my age," I tell him.
"Who you speakin' to like that, boy?" He growls angrily as stumbles toward me.
"I'm sorry—I," I say before he backhands me across the face making me drop to the floor.
"Disrespectful little runt" he bellows. "I'll teach you some manners" he chuckles darkly as I hear the buckle of his belt.
"Daddy" I hear a soft trembling voice say.
My head snaps quickly to my little sister who is stood at the foot of the stairs. "What are you doin' outta your room?" He bellows at her making her jump.
"I heard shouting" she trembles.
"Get the fuck back up those stairs before I have you tasting this metal" he growls darkly hold his belt up.
"Michael" she whimpers looking at me.
"It's okay, sunshine—go back upstairs, I'll come to tuck you in, in a bit," I say softly with a small smile, the movement has me wincing as I'm pretty sure I've got a bruise there from the backhanding papa just gave me.
"Daddy, he's hurt," she says, boldly stepping closer.
"What the fuck—" dad growls angrily. "I'll fuck show you hurt, you little bitch," he says stepping towards her.
"NO!" I bellow clutching at his leg stopping his movements. "Elora" I beg. "Please, little sis—go to your room, now—oooffh" that earns me a swift kick to the ribs.
"Don't you touch me, you little cunt" dad spits angrily.
"I want my mommy" Elora sobs.
"You want your mommy?" He whines teasing her. "You fuckin' stop that cryin' girl, or I'll give you somethin' to cry about" he growls raising his hand as if he's going to hit her.
"Don't you touch her" I growl.
"Why?" He chuckles darkly. "What're you gonna do? fuckin' pussy boy"
"I'll kill you if you touch her" I vow.
He loud booming laugh echoes through the house. "You? Kill me? Don't make me fuckin' laugh"
"Elora, go to your room—now" I growl.
"But" she cries.
"NOW!!!" I shout making her jump with fright but she turns and runs up the stairs sobbing.
"Well, well, maybe you're just like me after all" he chuckles. "Eh, Boy," he says kicking me once more whilst drinking his whisky from the bottle.
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Saint & His Happily Ever After (A Novella Of The "And His" Series)
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