Disclaimer: I do not own Flight 29 Down or its characters.
"Girl. Dishes." That was all Daley needed to hear. Unlike any other teenager she did not argue, or even complain that since she cooked the dinner, he should clean up. She was not even close to being finished with her food, but she immediately stood up, and began to clear the table. Her father watched her closely as she scraped her half eaten food into the garbage, and started to stack the dishes on the counter beside the sink. She stopped up the drain, turned on the water, and added dish soap. She could feel his intimidating blue eyes on her, but she didn't dare look at him. As Daley started to wash the first dish, her father lost interest and left the kitchen heading for the living room. She let out a small sigh of relief, and noticing the dish rack was getting full; she started to dry the dishes right after rinsing them. She picked up a glass, and turned it over and over in her hands to make sure EVERY drop of water was off of it. Suddenly, her wet hands lost control, and she bobbled the glass for a few seconds before it fell to the floor.
Smash! The glass broke with a high-pitched sound, and sharp broken pieces flew in all directions. Daley jumped back quickly picking up one foot, and then the other; but she was too late and brought her foot down on a large piece of broken glass. It cut into her foot deeply, and blood started to pool around it. Despite the pain of having her foot torn open, it was the last thing on Daley's mind. She held her breath and listened in horror. She could hear fake laughter coming from the TV, and a game show host announcing that someone had just hit the jackpot of one million dollars. "I'm safe." She thought. "He didn't hear." But he did hear. Only a second after Daley had thought this she heard footsteps thundering towards the kitchen. She stood in horror unable to move from utter fear, and being surrounded by broken glass did not help either.
Mr. Marin entered the kitchen with a look of pure rage painted across his face. "DALEY! CLEAN THIS UP RIGHT NOW YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF JUNK! " He started towards her crushing the glass into even smaller pieces. "YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS YOU LITTLE-." He never even finished his sentence as he grabbed Daley by the shoulders, and pushed her down onto the floor. She let out a soft cry as jagged glass cut its way into her hands and knees, and she was now bleeding heavily from her foot, and out of both hands and both knees. Her father kicked her in the hip as hard as he could and left the room trailing glass across the kitchen floor.
Daley lay on the floor clutching her hip with her bloody hand smearing thick, red liquid onto her jeans. She stood up slowly, and limped over to the paper towel holder. She pressed firmly on each cut to try and slow the bleeding. She was successful, and was just about to limp to the bathroom when she remembered the glass. She turned around and stared at the floor. It was a sort of blood and glass soup; and it was scattered everywhere. She worked quickly to clear it all up, and was finished in no time. She quietly limped to the bathroom to properly care for all of her cuts. The one on her foot was the worst, and took a lot of time to treat. "It could be worse." She told herself when her eyes started to water from pain, "It could always be worse."
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