" MAIA WILLIAMSON, GET YOUR LAZY, GOOD FOR NOTHING ASS IN HERE NOW!!!!!!!!!"
I timidly walk toward my mother' s bedroom with quiet steps. " yes mom?" I say softly not to offend her. " DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO CLEAN YOUR HOUSE BEFORE YOUR FATHER AND I GOT HOME?!" She screams at me. " I did cl-" I don't even finish my sentence when her hand rockets across my face, creating a supernova of pain across my face. I cradle my cheek as her words becom unintelligible. "- and now yo ass is gone pay for this" she says in her dangerous voice. My head snaps up as I see her reach for the whip behind her. Almost immediately,my vision tunnels & the world is a blur. I almost don't feel the first lash as it splits the skin on my back. I watch the drops of blood shimmer, fall, & splatter on the hardwood floor. As she rains her tirade upon my back, my father joins in with his belt. I dare to run out of the room as they continue. I'm running like the wind when I slip in my own blood and fall down 4 flights of stairs down to the lobby. My body surrenders to the darkness. "Harry....." I whisper before the darkness claims me................................
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Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
Teen FictionMaia Williamson is living in hell. A plus-size, caramel-colored girl living in sunny Cali & going to high school with stick thin, filthy rich white girls. As if that's not enough, she is abused constantly. But, can this girl find strength even in th...
