A/N – I know I've been a little lack luster in the updating department but I'm trying to get as much done during my breaks this semester as I can cause I'll be working at camp on the cape all summer cut off from the internet. Please review…I know I don't really deserve it, but show what nice people you are huh?
When She's Gone – Chapter 4
Pony
When I went into our room I found her curled in a ball on Soda's bed. She was all out of tears now and was crying silently.
I went over and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing her back in slow steady circles, trying my best to comfort her.
Finally the crying stopped and she lay there, sniffling and trying to breath normally again. After a bit she sat up and looked at me, her eye was red and almost swollen shut; her lip had stopped bleeding, but looked red and nasty.
"Will…will you let me clean that up a bit" She nodded silently and slid off the bed, following me into the bathroom, pushing herself up onto the sink. I carefully dabbed at her lip with a wet washcloth, with the blood cleaned away it was red and puffy but we had both seen much worse and this wouldn't require stitches. I went into the kitchen to get her ice pack for her eye and then joined her on the living room couch.
We sat there in silence while I flipped though the channels. "He hit me…" she said so quietly I almost didn't hear her. I turned to face her, imploring her to continue. "I walked into the house and it was in shambles, you now how dad is…was about Pat." She started to tear up again. "He didn't mean to hit me…I just got in the way, I shouldn't have tried to take away the whisky bottle…I thought he was passed out. He only got me two or three times before I got away." She was quiet for a moment. "He's never hit me before Pony, not even when mom died." She chocked up a bit at the thought of her mom but she refused to let the tears fall again.
Not long later we fell asleep on the couch, emotionally and physically exhausted from the day's events.