Misty walked down the long hallway and entered her mother's room.
"WHACK!" her mothers hand met her face and she fell to the ground in misery and pain.
"Get up you useless brat!" her mother screamed. Her breath reeked of whiskey and Misty thought as if she was about to throw up.
She awaited another blow as she pulled herself off the floor onto her scratched and bruised feet.
For years Misty wanted to escape. After her parents divorced her mom became a drunk and everything changes. Her once (seemingly) perfect world was burned to ashes and everything became difficult for her. At thirteen years old, Misty was growing tired of her mother's "games".
The wall of protection Misty called her father was thrown out of the house, and that's when her world fell apart. Since she was seven her mother would take out all the misplaced rage and anger she felt on Misty. Never David or Jen, just her. She couldn't understand why, she just wanted to escape the horror of another brutal beating.
"Momma, please stop it," Misty said, her eyes watering. She immediately regretted speaking.
"Who told you to talk? I didn't, so shut up!" her mother screamed as she kicked her in the shin. "Get out of my room before I kill you."
Misty quickly ran down the hallway to her room. She opened the door, walked in, and shut and locked the door behind her. Then she dropped onto her bed and tears flooded here eyes and poured out like rivers.
No more than half an hour after Misty had cried herself to sleep; she awoke to her mother pounding on her door. She opened her eyes and stood up slowly.
"W-what is it?" Misty stuttered.
"Get your filthy self out here NOW Misty," her mother screamed through the closed door.
Slowly, Misty hobbled over to the door and unlocked it. As she opened the door a soft creak filled her ears as she awaited a blow.
Her mother grabbed her by her neck and pulled her out into the hallway, as she threw her on the ground.
"I HATE YOU!" She screeched the smell of whiskey still strong on her breath.
"Why do you hate me so much? What in the world did I do to deserve this treatment from you," Misty sobbed.
The awaited blow came, it hurt more than Misty expected. Then she realized her mother had just hit her with a shovel. A gash appeared on Misty's face as blood poured down her cheek and dripped onto her already blood stained jeans.
Another blow to the face and Misty was knocked out cold. She hit the floor and everything went black.
Misty awoke in the same place her mother had left her. On the hallway floor. Sharp pains and periods of numbness raced through the left side of her face.
When Misty stood up a shockwave of pain rushed through her ribs, also on her left side. She fell back down to the floor in pain. As she lay sprawled out hoping for help, a door creaked open not more than three steps away.
Jen peaked out into the hallway and when she saw Misty, horror filled her innocent, fifteen year old face. David peeked out from the same room, his cocoa brown eyes hidden beneath his long, dark hair.
They looked down the hallway and out the window to make sure their mother was gone, then they slowly stepped out of the room. They came toward Misty and slowly picked her up. They took her into Jen's room and layed her down on the bed.
"Your gonna be okay, I promise. We'll get momma and you the help you both need," Jen said, a certain tone of softness in her voice.
Then David shut and locked the bedroom door.