As she made her way outside the rain was rapidly beating down onto Emma and the sharp sting of the cold droplets drenched her skin. The thin coat that was draped over her didn't offer much protection and the freezing gushes of winds pushed against her thin frame, making it increasingly difficult to walk home.
Her hands were becoming numb from the cold and she could feel the water seeping its way through her absorbent shoes. She watched all the other children laughing and chatting to their friends, with the pleasant thought of going home to a good family and being able to interact with friends. While Emma had the thoughts of the unexpected and she had no idea what she could be going home too.
Emma made her way down the dark ally way that was located a couple of minutes from her house. Her heart was pounding at the thought of the kind of greeting she would receive
As she approached the house a whistle of wind surrounded her and she quickly rushed inside hoping she would avoid encountering her parents.
There he was stood there in the doorway holding one hand onto the top of the door frame and another on his hip. There was something about his smile that was different this time, more sinister and terrifying.
Emma tried to barge past him but nothing happened, his weight was too heavy to shift and she was trapped in front of him, trying to beg for mercy in order to avoid a beating.
"Please don't do anything, I have done nothing to you, you're suppose to be my guardian not abuser."
His large hands ran through her thick blonde hair gripping a small handful quite tightly. Emma felt the pinch against her scalp and her head was being renched back.
"have you been a good girl today then Emma? Or have you been a bad girl?" he grinned sadistically and watched the expression on her face change.
Emma eyes widened as she watched his hand raise in the air, his fists clenched tightly. He punched his fist into her stomach, the blonde tried to conceal the pain she was experiencing as she didn't want to show weakness in front of him. They kept on coming each one becoming harder. Her body dropped to the floor in a weakened state. She wrapped her arms around herself hoping that the beating would stop.
He watched as his daughter crawled up into a ball like a baby. He laughed to himself and forced a kick straight into her ribs. The young girl let out a almost breathless whisper and a heated tear rolled down her cheek.
"Your just as pathetic as you always were, no fight in you, weak and feeble a typical woman."
He strolled off outside and the slammed the door behind, leaving Emma in a crumpled heap. She felt an intense throbbing in her side and her body felt weak as if all of her breath had been sucked out of her.
Emma laid there just about breathing, she carefully lifted her top and stared at the large bruises that were covering her body. Her side was a deep shade of purple and it was extremely tender to touch. Her eyes began to stream with floods of tears and the sound of his voice was still drifting through her mind. The memories of her early childhood began to rear their ugly head and negative thoughts consumed her.
She managed to muster the last bit of energy she had and slowly picked herself off the ground sobbing in pain and clutching tightly to her side, Emma hobbled over to the staircase and leant up against the banister for support.
She gradually pulled herself up each step, every time letting out a small whimper. As she made it to the stop of the stairs she collapsed onto the floor of the bathroom clutching her arms around the base of the toilet. An acidic taste filled her mouth and she threw up violently filling the space of the toilet.
The pain was becoming almost unbearable and she felt her body hit the ground, suddenly everything went black.