Sticks and Stones
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"Just be quiet, okay! You don't know anything about my life," I say pushing him away.
"I know you need help," he says quietly.
"I do not! Everything's under control, Harry!"
But we both know I'm lying. I stare at my faded, worn black flip-flops, avoiding his green eyes.
He steps forward, touching my shoulder, "So if everything's under control, then what happened to you yesterday?" He tries to get me to make eye contact and fails.
"What happened with him Jessie? Did he hurt you?" He takes a closer look at me.
"No he would never...look it's none of your business! I don't have to tell you anything," I yell, tears streaming down my bruised cheeks. I turn from him quickly and start to walk away. The next thing I know, I'm tripping over one of the tree limbs and looking up at the sky, Harry standing over me. But as I close my eyes, I see his face. The face of a man who has no morals. The face of a murderer that no one knows about (except me) with his cold, icy blue eyes staring at me and his guttural laugh. The face of my father.