I wake up again to the sunshine pouring through the windows of the small disgusting hotel room. The sun feels good on my face and lets me know that my dad and I still have a chance at being a family again. When I open my eyes I can see my dad putting on his shirt from across the room. The water from the shower that he took is still damp in his hair. Droplets fall from his brunet ringlets of hair and darken his shirt with polka-dots.
I yawn and I stretch when my dad looks over his shoulder at me. "Hey girly, I was just going to get some breakfast at the diner across the street. Come join me when you get all cleaned up 'K?" I blink roughly, trying to make the cloudiness in my eyes disappear. "Ok, dad."
I blink roughly, trying to make the cloudiness in my eyes disappear. "Ok, dad."
My dad shuffles toward the door and twists the squeaky doorknob that keeps it in place. When he steps outside he looks over his shoulder and smiles,"See you later alligator.", "After 'while crocodile," I reply with a smile.
When he shuts the door I giggle a little. Many happy memories of my childhood flash through my head as I remember my father and I saying goodbye. I was one of the tricks he would do to get me to go to class without crying when I was 5. My mom would try and say it when I cried in front of her, but it never worked.
When I finally am out of bed I waddle to my duffle bag and get dressed slowly. I pick out a white short sleeve blouse with some blue jean shorts, a favorite of mine. I lay it out on the bed behind me and change into it. When I'm done I take one last look at the mirror on the wall to the left of my bed. The shirt that I'm wearing shows off the small wing-shaped birth mark on my right bicep. I never really thought of it much but my mom did. She would always point it out to me and say "You are destined for greatness sweetheart," I never really knew what she meant by that.
I lace up my old misshapen converse on my feet and walk out the door. When I am outside the smell of rotten eggs hits me, it takes me a moment to collect myself before I carry on again. I spot the diner that my father was talking about and head in that direction. But the smell of rotten eggs gets stronger. I hold my nose as I jog across the street in hope of escaping the horrible smell. As I approach the front door of the diner the stench almost becomes unbearable. With tears running down my face and a hand over my mouth and nose I grab at the door handle hoping that there is a safe haven inside the crappy diner.
Instead of me opening the door a man steps out in a black hoodie and black sweat pants. The man shoulders my arm as I say excuse me softly into my hand. The man cautiously turns around to look at me and what I see before I plunge into cold black darkness is the man with black eyes and pointed teeth swinging his fist at my head.