Delaney's Story
6 year-old Delaney was staring at the puffy white clouds on the sandy-colored hammock in her step-father's backyard with her newly 3 year old half-sister Sage lying next to her when her whole world changed forever.
Her step-father, Elijah Johnson was in a very grumpy mood, he had just come back from work and was ready to vent his anger onto his family. Unfortunately, he turned to his 6-year old step-daughter.
"Out!" He yelled, making Sage cry. Instead of Delaney looking at him in fear, her expression was more a glint of anger in her eyes, mixed with sadness.
Delaney stared at her step-father. He's not even nice to me. She thought to herself. Why couldn't it just be me, Mommy, and Sage? "What do you mean, out?" Delaney asked, seeing the anger in Elijah's eyes.
"I want you out of my house!" He growled, ignoring the cries of his daughter.
"It's my house too!" Delaney argued. "Mommy said so!" She added.
"Well, your mother isn't here right now, and I want you out!" Elijah shouted.
Delaney held back tears. "Fine!" She screamed, storming to her room to grab a few things. A few minutes later, she returned with a backpack, a flashlight and a large stick in her hands. Elijah pointed to the door, with a screaming Sage standing next to him. Delaney glared at him, and flew at him, beating him with the stick. Elijah was momentarily surprised by this, but he soon recovered and threw her into the Living Room wall.
Delaney flew backwards, and crumpled to the ground, crying and screaming for her mother. Her step-father then stuffed the stick and flashlight into her bag and picked her up and threw her and her bag into the grass.
An hour later, Delaney began to sit up, her eyes stinging. She grabbed her bag and slowly got up, and she began to walk, staggering, and she stopped for a moment to take out her stick and use it as a crutch.
After walking for a while, she stopped at a bus stop and brought out her jacket, and laid down to sleep.