There was a first time for everything. Even the things she wished had never happened.
He was hitting her; this was not the first time. But it was because she had forgotten to prepare her father's and sister's breakfast, engaged deeply in her newest book, losing herself and her worries within the page.
His hand paused in motion and instead reached for the large book, and began tearing out the pages, ripping and shredding, this wasn't fair!
'No!'
Her anger welled within her, raging and pulsing.
The book flew from his hands into hers, pages whipping through the air, circling around her tiny form.
She collapsed moments later, unconscious but triumphant for now.
He backed slowly out of the library; she would pay for that later...
