Blessing
Addy sat by herself, crying. She didn't know what else to do. It felt as if every day of her life just got worse. Her father's alcoholism was getting worse, her mother was becoming so scared that soon she would be frightened of her own shadow.
She didn't know what made the rivers of red so comforting, just that it was something she could control.
"Addy, getyourbutinhere…," she heard her father slur.
Sighing, she rolled her sleeves back down and made her way to the kitchen. With the dim lights and her depression bogging her down, she didn't register her dad was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't until she felt a sharp pain in her head that she realized anything was wrong.
"What took you do long? Did you think that maybe if you took long enough you'd find me passed out drunk on the floor and you could escape?" He tugged his fistful of her hair even harder.
"No, Dad, that wasn't it. I didn't think-"
"Well, I'll give you something to think about!" he roared, and punched her.
She fell to the floor, her cheek throbbing. She knew that maybe if she stayed down, he would just leave her alone. Through a haze of pain, she heard him scream, "What do you think you're doing? I know you're faking it. You bitch! Stand up!"
Addy felt when her dad threw the bottle at her, felt as the glass broken into shards and shredded her skin, felt her dad kick her in the ribs, still screaming at her to get up, and then she felt no more as she slid into welcoming darkness.
