I woke up in a strange bed, to my radio/clocky thing blasting in my ear "….with you my brown eyed my brown eyed girl. Do you remember when we used to sing, Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da…" Great, another day of hell. Without bothering to move the clock/ radio thingamabobber I put there last night, I laid there, remembering the events that occurred yesterday.
Flashback:
"Celia, honey we're here! Get up!" Angela half-yelled into my ear.
"I'm up, ok? Do you want to make me deaf too??" I said irritably, snapping my eyes open. "Picking on the blind girl…" I mumbled as I tried to untangle myself from what I call the seatbelt of doom. I walked down the driveway, guided by Angela.
"Hi, Mr. Madsen. How are you?" Angela says as we enter the house.
"Great, Angela." My Dad says, like he wants her to leave.
Angela picks up on that and leaves, saying something about a date with Ben. After she leaves, I rush up to my room with my bags. Almost every item has a label in Braille. I put everything in a very neat order so I can find things without having to feel around for it.
"Celia!!!" My Dad yells even though he's a couple of inches from my ear.
"Yes, Dad?" I sigh, exasperated.
"Don't use that tone with me young lady!" he roared then he slapped me. I fell to the floor, more from the unexpectedness then from the blow itself. "It's your fault your mom died, everything is your fault!" I hadn't been really abused before. Before it was my mom who took all the blows, who protected Maya and Me from him. The sad thing was that after all he had done to my mom, and will probably do to me, I still love him. I have some good memories of him. He says it's my fault and he's right. My mom got killed in a car crash, the same one that made me blind. Her last wish, in her will, was to use her money for my schooling.
"Did you hear me, bitch?" He shouts, spraying spit all over me. He slaps me again, and then he stands up. "Get downstairs and make me some dinner! Right. Now." He accents the last two syllables with a kick each. He leaves. I pick myself up from the floor, knowing if I don't he will come back up and hurt me more.
After making dinner, he yells a bit, but he passes out before he gets to hitting me. Thank God. I drag him up to his bed and throw away the dinner I made. At about 12 ,I finally fall asleep.
End flash back
After sitting there for a while, I get up and got ready for school. If I didn't get up before he did, then I was going to be late.
I got ready as quickly as possible and I leave the house after I wolfed down a granola bar and chugged some milk. When I stepped out, I realized two things: One, it was raining so hard it was practically flooding. And Two, I was on foot and blind. That's just great.I think as I pull up my hood, beginning my trudge to school. This was going to be a LONG day.