The Girl With the Knives
Chapter One- Hate for my Father
"Clove! Go get your father and call him for supper," my very pregnant mother demanded. I never argue with her, because daddy says she's in a delicate condition, whatever that means!
"Okay, Mommy!" I ran out to my father's wood shop as fast as my little 4 year old legs could go. My father was a wood worker. I loved working in his shop with him. I especially loved the smell of the fresh cut pine and the sounds of his saw that shaped the board from something ugly and ordinary into something beautiful and useful. The trek to his shop was a mile away, but I loved looking at the beautiful flowers and trees around me as I ran.
"Daddy! Daddy! Mommy said it's time for supper! Daddy!" All of a sudden, a hand grabbed my tiny body and blocked my mouth. I tried to scream for help and bite my way free, but the hand only grabbed me tighter.
"Clove! Don't you dare come down here unannounced!" He spanked me in the butt and slapped me across the face until I bled. "Now get out of here! Don't tell your mother how you got that mark, or I'll kill you, Miss Clove!" Why was my daddy mad at me? What did I do? I just wanted to ask him to come eat. As I fled on foot, I heard one last thing beside my daddy's workshop. Something very strange and something I would have never thought I would have heard from anyone with my daddy except me or mommy. A female giggle.
"Mommy, he's coming later….."
"Clove Alexandria Jones! What happened to your face? It's bleeding," said my mother, cutting off my sentence.
"I….I… hit my face on a branch that I didn't see. Daddy picked me up and helped me. He said he'll be back later, because he's busy building some shelves for the baker's wife!" Okay, it was a lie, but what could I say? I wouldn't DARE tell her about the giggle I heard. She looked at me suspiciously, and then ushered me to the table for dinner.
~4 HOURS LATER~
I love the stars outside my window. Mommy says that stars are God's way of telling us goodnight. I love how they know exactly when to come out and twinkle and when to let Mr. Sun come up in the morning.
Just then, a knock on my bedroom door interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in!" The door opened cautiously and it was daddy! He didn't say anything, but sat on my bed motionless and stared me down.
"What is it, daddy? Is something wrong?" He pushed me down on my bed and started doing things to me that I didn't understand. It went on this way every night for 2 years until I realized what hate really was. And that's exactly what I felt for my father. Hatred.
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