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Tomika's POV
I ran up the stairs to my room. I didn't cook the meal properly, according to Harry, so I was going to be punished. I don't want to be punished. I had already picked up the glass with my bare hands, cooked his meals, did the chore. What did I do to deserve this?
That's when I realised I did deserve this. This was why my brothers moved out of the house, the reason why Harry had turned to drugs. It was all my fault, everything. I should've stopped her, I should've woken up. I should've saved mom, but I didn't and in the result...
I killed her.
I silently cried. Why am I such a waste, an nuisance? I want to leave, I want daddy to forgive me, my daddy. Where has my daddy gone? Where did those amazing times go? The times when I was the one who was called 'little princess'? Was it all a dream? A beautiful dream that was never forgotten? Like my life had been ripped away from me in those few seconds.
Bang. Crash. Scream.
"MOMMY!"
I should've helped her. I should've saved her. She could've survived if I agreed to give her blood, but I was selfish and scared. Very scared. I've always hated hospitals. I heard another bottle smash, and the crying of Harry. He kept shouting, screaming. To me, it was like chalk being scratched against a black board. I heard him running up the stairs. He opened the door.
He was drunk.
"It's all your fault!" He shouted, punching me in my stomach. "Selfish! Bitch!" He screamed. I chewed on my clothes so that I couldn't scream. He kicked me in my ribs. He pulled my hair. He kept kicking. Kicking. Kicking. He cut my arms with a knife, and poured alcohol on it, also smashing the bottle on my head. He soon left me to pick up the pieces. I felt something wet on my cheek, so I touched it. Was I... crying?
The next day, I woke up feeling the pain of my ribs hurt even more. I couldn't feel them. They were broken. Well this is gonna be hard to cover up. I covered all of the bruises with 5 minutes to spare. I skipped the shower and put on black skinny jeans on and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash. You may be thinking how do you get stuff if he doesn't even care about you? Well, whatever I find leftover the back of his drawers and cupboards and secretly hide under the old springy bed that I found in the attic. Even my phone. I took a granola bar and ran out the door. Of course I got breakfast before doing that. Whenever stuff like this happened I have an emergency breakfast ready on the go. I kept a sandwich in the with baking paper around the filling so that it wasn't all soggy. I took out the paper and put it on a plate. I ran to school not looking back and fighting the pain. My ribs had probably come in half because every time I walked I felt more pain.
"I'm here!" I shouted when I had gotten to class before the bell had rang. For once in a lifetime, Mr Finn was early.
"Well about time" he shouted. "We thought you were gonna be late!"
"Mr Finn, you're early?" I said in confusion.
"Yes because the dance for the retirement is tonight!"
When he said that my heart started beating. I can't go! The last dance was till 7:00pm but this one started at 6:30 pm and finished at 10:00pm.
"Oh yeah, forgot to tell you, I can't make it."
"Why?" Freddy said with a concerned look on his face.
"Because the dance is too late."
"But we need you to do that duet with Freddy." Zack said.
"I'm sorry but I can't" I said. I sat down knowing that everyone had a sad look on their faces. I wanted to say sorry but they would ask why. I sat in my chair.
"I'll call your parents." Mr Finn said dashing through the hallway.
"Shit." I whispered under my breath. What's Harry gonna say?