Chapter 4
Descending the stairs, I tried to keep my emotions under control. The previous events had made me ravenous and I couldn’t wait to eat my dinner. The smell of pie filled my nostrils while I hungrily devoured the meal in front of me. After I had eaten, however, the guilt kicked in causing me to rush upstairs to get the vile food out of my stomach before it could be digested.
Laying in my bed, I tried to remember a time before this. A time before my life turned into this empty black hole full of pain and despair. Picking at my sleeves, I ignored the stinging and stared at the swirling white mass above my head. They say the ceiling is supposed to stay still; I say different. It doesn’t stay still, it moves. It moves like the snow in a blizzard or a sandstorm in the blistering desert. I fall asleep thinking’ I’m going crazy.’
Grudgingly, I force my legs out of bed. It is still dark and everyone is still asleep. I go about my normal routine: Shower, Get dressed, Apply make-up, Sort my hair and go to school. I cringed at the thought of facing him as I haven’t done his homework. Hopefully he’ll cut me some slack and leave me alone for a day. That is all I want; one stinking day! Who was I kidding though? Of course he won’t leave me alone. He never does. The fat bastard beats me everyday even though I’ve done nothing but be nice to him. I give him my money, my food and I do his homework but all I get in return is a beating.
Shaking, I slowly walked up to him.
