He grabbed the small girl by the throat and threw her against the wall.
"Why can't you just listen to me you little bitch!"
"I 'm sorry, I'll try harder," she sobbed.
The man pulled off his belt and folded it in two. He brought the belt down on her, the leather leaving behind red welts on the soft skin. He paused for a second and lifted her up by her hair. His right hand came down across her face, and she fell to the ground again. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her face so close to his that she could smell the liquor on his breath.
"If you did things right, I wouldn't have to do this. You're worthless, just like that bitch mother of yours." He hissed, the scent of scotch attacking her senses.
"I'm sorry daddy…I just can't do it good enough." She said, pleading with him.
"Well, you better fucking learn; Your junkie mother can't cook for me, so you have to you fucking whore. Now, we're going to fucking try again. Go in the kitchen and make me a pot pie."
The girl scrambled off of the floor, scurrying out of the room. As she darted past her father, he slapped her one more time in the back of her head. She stumbled, but didn't fall…she knew what would happen if she fell.
She went in the kitchen and reached up in the freezer. She pulled out the frozen pot pie and put it in the oven. And then, and only then, did 11 year old Rion Paige Corbin allow herself to let the tears fall down her cheeks.
It wasn't fair. She was only 11 and her dad was a monster. He'd beat her for anything; especially since her mother Janice started doing Heroin. 2 years ago. Rion sat there staring at the wall, knees pulled up to her chest, praying that her father would fall asleep, or pass out from the alcohol.
Ding
The pot pie was done, she stood up and opened the oven, praying she'd done it right this time. She looked inside.
It was brown, not golden brown, but it wasn't burnt either. Rion pulled the meal out of the oven with a towel and put it on a plate. Then she walked it into her father's room and put it on his bed table. He took one look at it, then nodded.
"better. Now get me a beer."
Heather ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. She stood there quietly as he ate.
"What?"
"well, I was wondering if I was allowed to eat today." She whispered, looking at the floor.
"Didn't I just feed you yesterday?"
"Yes sir, but I'm hungry."
Her father stood up and smacked her soundly.
"You know what? I'm sick of your ungrateful ass. All you do is cry, whine, and complain. Asking for shit, you make me sick!" he began to beat her, his fists hitting anywahere he could find. Then he grabbed the girl, and walked outside. He popped the trunk to his car and thew her in. then he began to drive.
Rion was scared; he'd never acted like this before. Sure he beat her, that was an everyday thing, but he'd never just thrown her in the trunk. She lay in the dark for hours and when the car stopped, she froze. She heard him get out of the car, and then the trunk opened. He pulled her out, and tossed her to the ground.
"Ungrateful little whore, let's see if anyone cares that you're hungry now!" he laughed before getting back in the car and driving off into the night. Rion sighed, then she stood up and started walking along the road, hoping a car would show up or she would see a house. She had no idea how long she walked, but when the sun came up, it rose to reveal a small brown-haired girl passed out on the side of the road, not knowing whether or not she was going to live or die.
Four hours later, a man was walking out to the road to get his mail. He looked down next to his mailbox and saw a small girl lying there. She couldn't have been more than 8 or 9 by the looks of her, and she was awfully thin too. He picked up the small child, worried that she may be dead. He ran to the house and called for his wife.
Okay, I had to start a new one…the idea popped in my head and I loved it! Well, here's a new one, come and review…por favor? Thanks.