Alice
I was walking slowly down the side walk. I felt eyes on me. I was wearing a black lacey dress. I held a small bag in my hand. A begger sat on the side of the road. I plopped two coins into his cup. "Thank you Miss." He bowed his head. I smile. "You're very welcome sir." I say walking away. As the streets faded into trees as I head to my woodland house. To my abusive father. I come to the clearing where my home was located. I open the door, just to have a glass thrown towards my head. Luckily I dodge it. "Little whore! Where are my clothes!" My drunken father slurred. I handed him the bag of clothes I had bought. "Good mutt." He grins. He throws the bag aside and walks over to me. I whimper and press my back agains't the wall. "Please father…not again." I beg. He grabs my shoulders and throws me down. I cry out in pain. I landed on my bad arm. It had a bruise on it from an earlier beating. "Shut up!" He growls. Then I did something. Something completely mental. I did the worst thing possible.
I spat at him.