Do You Fear Death?
"GET UP, YOU STUPID BITCH!" Charlie yelled.
I sighed and rolled out of bed. Just another boring day at school to look forward to. Maybe if I was lucky, Charlie wouldn't get drunk and beat me today. But I'm usually not lucky.
I heard the shower turn on and knew that I didn't have much time to make breakfast. I went downstairs and began making eggs for Charlie. I was just putting it on the table when I heard his heavy boots stomping down the stairs. I hurried to the other side of the room so that he could not hit me as he walked in.
Charlie walked in and sat down at the table. He began to eat, but suddenly stopped. He dropped his fork and it clanged against the table. He got up and stalked over to where I was standing, frozen in anticipation.
"Why don't I have a drink, Isabella?" he asked with an evil grin.
"I…I forgot…" I whispered.
"Maybe this will teach you to remember not to forget things!" He backhanded me, and then kicked me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, but I refused to cry out. That would make Charlie happy, and I would not give him the satisfaction.
"You…are…a…worthless…piece…of…shit!" he said, kicking me everywhere he could reach in between each word. Then he walked out the kitchen door, leaving me gasping for air on the floor. I got up slowly, wincing in pain. I went upstairs and got into the shower, trying not to move. After I was done, I put on clothes that would hide my cuts and bruises, and then looked at the clock. I only had 5 minutes left until I had to leave. I ran downstairs, grabbed a half-full bottle of Jim Beam, (Jim Beam is like the BEST type of whiskey EVER! Besides Wild Turkey :D) a coke, and several pills. I put the pills in my mouth and mixed some Jim Beam with my coke, and downed it all. I walked to my truck and drove to school.