"You know, sometimes you're a bitch Cam."
She was stung by the words, but was she ever gonna show it?
Hell no.
Emotions were not welcome. Tough girls don't cry.
She was too numb to cry.
Crying hadn't helped her through shit.
So why start now?
But why did her heart tug hearing him say it?
This wasn't the first time she had been called one.
She knew he liked it quiet when he watched his games.
"Shh Felicia!" She stressed as much as she could to quiet her six month old sister's wails.
The baby was a lot of weight to carry in the smaller than average six year olds arms.
She heard the creak of his chair and the loud curses that emitted from his mouth.
She placed Felicia on the bed gently and searched on her hands and knees for the never present pacifier that was more of a pacifier to her fathers temper.
The baby screamed louder and louder.
Camille spotted the cursed item under the bed, now of she could just reach it.
Her wide eyes went impossibly wider as she felt the hand snake around her tiny ankle and pull her back.
She felt the pain from the first blow of fists.
"You stupid Bitch! Shut that damn thing up. You are no good at anything! Just like your damn mother!" He screamed.
That's who she saw right now. Her mother. The woman who's face could make Camille forget that she was even being beaten.
Her daddy was just sick.
He didn't mean to hit her or climb in bed with her at night. The special massages were not his fault.
He was sick.
She couldn't be angry.
But she understood why her mother died.
She wanted to die and get away from him too.
Felicia's cries had subsided and when Camille finally found the strength to stand up, the little girl was already asleep.
Tears had dried up long ago. Cam learned to forgive her biological father for what he did, but feelings were something she just were never able to show.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
So she couldn't understand why there were tears streaming down her face.