"Kaitlyn!" I heard my father scream from downstairs. I winced at the sound of his voice. After 15 years, I had every right to be terrified of that man.
"I am leaving! I expect all the chores I left on the list to be done! Or else!" and with that I heard the front door slam. I stayed in my room until I was sure it was safe. I finally emerged and made my way down stairs. On the fridge was a list about a mile long of useless stuff to do. I grabbed it and read what was to occupy my future.
Scrub The Floors With The Brush.
Vacuum All Carpet.
Clean The Toilets.
Clean The Living room.
Mow The Lawn.
Weed The Garden.
Wash The Dishes.
Shine The Banisters.
Wash The Clothes.
Be Done By 10:00 Tonight Or Else!
I looked at my watch. It was just now 8:30 a.m. I grabbed all the cleaning supplies, and got to work, skipping lunch. I counted back the days as I worked. i had been denied food for 2 weeks now, except for at school. When 10:00 rolled around I had finished everything except the clothes, and the dishes. I put all the supplies away, and went to wait in my room for my punishment. As I waited, I cataloged my injuries. I had to many bruises to count, and more recent, cuts. Things were getting worse. As I sat in fear, I looked at the clock. 10:30. 11:00. 11:30. At 11:45. there was a knock on the door. My training kicked in after years of literally having it beat into me. I ran down stairs and opened the door, not meting the person's eyes. I was always told that I wasn't good enough to look people in the eyes.
"Excuse me. Are you Kaitlyn Sanders?" The person asked.
"Yes, Sir." I whispered.
"Sweety, what has happened to you?" I heard a lady ask. I looked at my clothes, and then remembered that I had not put on a sweatshirt. I felt the blood drain from my face. My hair was still caked with dirt and mud. I was bleeding from cuts that had re-opened. My arms were purple and blue, and I was skin and bones.
"Nothing." I whispered, and tried to close the door. The people on the other side pushed it open.
"Your Dad is dead." I heard the man say. I just stood there. I slowly raised my eyes to look him in the eyes. He was a cop, probably around 50, and the girl was also a cop around 25. There car was on the street, lights flashing. I looked back at the man.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, my knees getting weak.
"Yes. I'm sure." He told me grimly. I gave him a smile.
"Thank You." I said, and then everything went black.
