Green eyes focused a little harder
on my father, never leaving him as he walked by, mumbling something under
his breath and looking quite satisfied with himself…
Never a good sign, really.
Especially as of late, because he's
had a streak of beating people up for no reason…
And he'd noticed I was suspecting.
"What the hell are you looking at?"
That low southern snarl pushed a straight line to my buttons, and I could
just feel that something bad had happened.
Something bad, and…
Probably bloody.
"What the hell do you think?
I know that you did something…"
"Well, if my daughter wasn't such
a slut, maybe I wouldn't have…"
Those were the words I dreaded.
He knew. He knew what had happened, and now he'd taken out his 'fatherly
duties' to kick Rob's ass…
Deep down, I think I love my dad,
but…this is not something I really like.
It was messy. It was…it wasn't
right.
"Don't you call me a slut EVER THE
FUCK AGAIN." Sticks and stones and all that bullshit aside, I was
pretty pissed off now. He had no right to call me a slut when he'd
gone and stuck my mom and…
Well, he'd stayed for a while, but
then took off…
God damn hypocrite.
So now I was charging at him, screaming
a thousand swear words an hour, fingernails bared, eyes full of rage –
I was going to get my two cents in any way I could, and if meant throwing
myself in an attack…
That's what it meant.
CRACK.
Of course, every time I rage like
this, I tend to forget common sense, which tells me that my father is much
bigger than I am, and can kick my ass in at least seventeen different languages.
The odds are almost impossible, but…
Like I said, I've forgotten that
temporarily. At least until it felt like my jaw came unhinged.
"You good for nothin' hoochie, I'll teach you to disrespect…"
Enough with this respect shit, all
right? I'm sick of it, I'm sure the rest of the world is sick of
it, and I'm gonna stand up for it. Even if it means getting my ass
kicked.
Which seemed to be what was happening,
as I was backed against the wall, and…
Kari was trying to pull him off,
but she's small. No way she could actually help, but bless her heart
for tryin'…
CRUNCH.
Blood seeped down, the oozy red liquid
tangling in my lashes, burning my eyes, and I felt myself fall to the ground,
a limp rag doll…
No tears. I wasn't going to
give him that victory.
"…fuckin' bastard…" Words were
whisper soft, but he seemed to already think he'd made a point – and he
had.
I was broken, bleeding…
But more determined than ever.
I wasn't a little girl…
And I sure has hell wasn't HIS.
"I'm all grown up, Daddy…never the fuck…again…"
That's when it went black.