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Title: One less tear
Chapter: prologue
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Crack! She felt her neck fly backwards and heard the thud of her head as it hit the back of the kitchen wall. He still hit her still as she curled up into a ball, tears ruining, sniffling, and sheltering her soft head from blow after blow. Su felt her fathers foot slam into her side and the pain of her bruised head leave as she felt a new pain in her stomach start. "You think that a slut's child who should be use to this would toughen up a little....." the slurred voice of her father from above her said without pity. He sent his foot into her shin; Su grabbed her leg sobbing out loud. 'Maybe this time the neighbors will hear.' But there was no hope, Su knew that her father was drinking buddies with most of them, 'no one will help me'. He bent down close to her, she could smell the alcohol from his breath as it hit her neck, "Learn to cook you worthless wench!" he yelled into her ear, making everything ring. He slapped the side of her face, his last blow, then stood up and spit on her "Don't let me ever see burnt food on my plate again, you under stand?!" Su managed to nod yes.
He left Su there to pick up the broken plates and the spilt food, to sit there feeling as if she was nothing. Su couldn't remember the last time when she had been truly safe, warm, fed, and happy. Her mother had left her on the porch of the ramshackle house she lived in still, and never came back. 'What did I expect? I know better than to come home before sun up!' She thought, today the school had sent her home because she had fainted in the hallway. Apparently, it was dehydration. "From now on I'll remember to drink plenty of water!" Su promised her self, 'I've gotten a bad habit of making promises to myself don't I'.
Su grabbed the counter and lifted herself up, "No more...." She felt new tears streaming from her eyes; walking out of her house she made one last promise to her self. Su turned to look at her home the roof tiles were falling off, it desperately needed a new coat of paint, the front door consisted of a screen (which had holes in it), and it was also built on top of an ant hill which meant that every time it rained she got to live with the ants, "I'm never coming back." She murmured then slowly she began to walk away; away from the house of pain, nightmares, bugs, and dirt. Her walk turned into a run and soon she was sprinting, she already knew where she was going. 'It may not be a home' but it was the place she use to go to when she was little and thought her mom would come back to save her and that her dad would stop beating her.
Crack! She felt her neck fly backwards and heard the thud of her head as it hit the back of the kitchen wall. He still hit her still as she curled up into a ball, tears ruining, sniffling, and sheltering her soft head from blow after blow. Su felt her fathers foot slam into her side and the pain of her bruised head leave as she felt a new pain in her stomach start. "You think that a slut's child who should be use to this would toughen up a little....." the slurred voice of her father from above her said without pity. He sent his foot into her shin; Su grabbed her leg sobbing out loud. 'Maybe this time the neighbors will hear.' But there was no hope, Su knew that her father was drinking buddies with most of them, 'no one will help me'. He bent down close to her, she could smell the alcohol from his breath as it hit her neck, "Learn to cook you worthless wench!" he yelled into her ear, making everything ring. He slapped the side of her face, his last blow, then stood up and spit on her "Don't let me ever see burnt food on my plate again, you under stand?!" Su managed to nod yes.
He left Su there to pick up the broken plates and the spilt food, to sit there feeling as if she was nothing. Su couldn't remember the last time when she had been truly safe, warm, fed, and happy. Her mother had left her on the porch of the ramshackle house she lived in still, and never came back. 'What did I expect? I know better than to come home before sun up!' She thought, today the school had sent her home because she had fainted in the hallway. Apparently, it was dehydration. "From now on I'll remember to drink plenty of water!" Su promised her self, 'I've gotten a bad habit of making promises to myself don't I'.
Su grabbed the counter and lifted herself up, "No more...." She felt new tears streaming from her eyes; walking out of her house she made one last promise to her self. Su turned to look at her home the roof tiles were falling off, it desperately needed a new coat of paint, the front door consisted of a screen (which had holes in it), and it was also built on top of an ant hill which meant that every time it rained she got to live with the ants, "I'm never coming back." She murmured then slowly she began to walk away; away from the house of pain, nightmares, bugs, and dirt. Her walk turned into a run and soon she was sprinting, she already knew where she was going. 'It may not be a home' but it was the place she use to go to when she was little and thought her mom would come back to save her and that her dad would stop beating her.