Sticks and Stones

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.
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[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

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