Tears
Blood ran down her beaten body. Every bone in her body ached. She slowly picked herself up and headed to her room. Her head began to spin, her stomach did back flips. She had to hurry, he would be back soon, and she didn't want him to find her down stairs. She opened her bedroom door and slowly made her way to get some new clothes form her dresser. As she picked her clothing, a pair of black thick jeans and a thick sweater, tears ran down her broken brown eyes. She hated it here, ever since her mother had died, he had treated her trash, a punching bag, and his... his… She couldn't bring herself to say it even mentally.
He blamed her for what had happened to her mother, but it wasn't her fault. It just couldn't be, she kept telling herself. Her heart ached, as she made her way to the bathroom. Thinking of her mother, always made her heart ache with pain. She looked at herself in the mirror, her lip was cut, she had cuts on her arms and legs, bruises where starting to form in her face as well as her arm. She slowly turned on the hot water and let the sink fill up with it. She grabbed a towel off one of the shelves on the wall and dipped it into the water. The warm water stung the cuts on her hand as she dipped it. She slowly brought it up to her head. She had a deep cut running down one side of her head.
She carefully placed it on the wound, she hissed in pain as it came into contact. She dipped the towel again in the water again and began to clean other wounds she had just received and those that had been re-opened by his beating. By the time she finished cleaning all her wounds it was thirty minuets past midnight. Maybe he'll stay away tonight she thought. God, she hoped so. She didn't have the physical and emotional strength to fight what he would do to her if he returned even drunker than before. She slipped on her thick paints over her cut and bruised thin legs, and then she placed her thick brown sweater over her head and pulled it down.
She quickly and quietly made her way back to her bedroom. She slipped into bed with her body aching and her heart pounding against her thin chest. She sighed, she better sleep a bit before he returned from getting more liquor for himself. She often wondered why he hadn't just killed her yet, but yet again, he need her….and after all he was her father. Her father, David Granger. Those thoughts ran through her mind as she slipped into an un-peaceful slumber, as tears slipped down her puffy beaten cheeks.