As I reached the door, I heard my mother and father yelling about...me! I was scared out if my mind right now.
I put my hand on the door knob and tried to open the door quietly, but did it work? No.
" Jane get in here now!" My father shouted. I cringed at the image his voice gave me, his face filled with hate and disgust.
I walked into the living room to find both my mother and father standing there, hate the pure emotion on their ugly faces.
" Why were you late?" My father shouted in my face, " You should have been home an hour ago!" He slapped me so hard across my face that I staggered back and fell to the ground. My mother grinned evilly and lit a cigarette.
" Jane where were you?" she said in a ugly, nasal like voice.
I scooted backwards slightly and opened my mouth to speak, " I was at the park." I said, sadness and fear clear in the tone of my voice.
She sneered, her face contorted into an unimaginable hate. She advanced forward, cigarette in hand and burned me with it. I let tears roll down my face, but I didn't dare scream or yell, they would hurt me worse.
My dad got in my face at that moment,
" Jane, why in the world were you at the park?" My father kicked me and waited for an answer. When I didn't respond, he kicked me again.
Finally, after to much, I arose from the ground, slowly but steadily, and rasped," I wanted to."
Anger and disgust rolled onto his features in an instant. I ran for the door, faster than I would have thought I could go, and bolted out as fast as I could.
" Jane come back!" My mother screamed after me, pretending to love me, pretending that she wanted me. I wasn't so easily fooled.
As I ran, I ran with a slight limp and blurry eyes. I couldn't see.
I stumbled and almost fell when a pair of arms caught me, " Whoa there little miss." I looked up thinking, foolishly, that I could still see, " Yes? May I help you?"
I heard a slight chuckle, " It looks more like I could help you, need to get someplace?" I nodded, " The nearest diner."
I felt that he picked me up and swung me around on his back piggy back style and walk off.
As he walked, I remembered my mom and dad's faces when I was three.
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" Isn't she cute Johnny?" My father nodded ,smiling proudly.
" She sure is Elaine. But why is she so short?" Mom shrugged. " Dunno."
I had giggled cutely and they laughed and picked me up.
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But now, who knows what happened to them...drugs maybe? Maybe that's how they decided to start abusing me. Tears spilled once again.
" Were here." The man announced.
" Take me inside, please?" I asked sniffling, " Of course." He replied.