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Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Unseen & Forgotten
Ok so here is the 1st chapter of my new story "Angel" well tell me what u think!!
Angel
By Shia
She screamed stop. Over and over again she screamed. He didn’t stop hitting her. He didn’t stop. “Daddy stop!! Please you’re hurting me!!” Finally. It was all over and she lay there trying to stand. Working up her courage she said. “I…hate…you…” Her father spun around so fast he lost some of his balance staggering backwards.
“What did you say to me?” he said angrily. Angel glared at her father. Her courage was still there and she had better used it before it ran out.
“You heard me! I hate you! I hate you! I wish you would leave me alone!” She stopped seeing her father madder then ever. She backed up afraid as the courage she once had disappeared.
Angel’s father walked to her grabbing her wrist and jerking her around. “You…will never, ever, say that to me again! I am your father and you will treat me with respect!” with that he threw her against the wall and hit her one last time. Angel laid there motionless for a minute or two until she finally stood up and staggered to her bed room.
“I can’t take it,” she muttered softly to herself. She lay there on the bed when he mom came in looking at her sadly. She brought in a bowl of ice, a glass of ice tea, and wash cloths to get rid of the blood. “We’ll have to throw out those clothes if we can’t get the blood off of them you know?”
Angel didn’t answer her so she continued. “I’m really sorry Angel. I really am,” still no answer from her daughter. “Angel. I would leave. You know I would, but baby girl, I’m afraid of your father,” she paused. “…but I love him too.”
Angel sat up wincing in pain. “How can you love a man that abuses his daughter every day for nothing that daughter did?! How can you?!” her mother now had tears in her eyes as she stood up.
“Well get yourself cleaned up and go to bed. Your father is leaving for a business trip tomorrow and will be gone for a week. So you’ll be able to heal up before he comes back,” she walked out of Angel’s room closing the door. Angel lie back down and put her face in a pillow crying her self to sleep.
A dream came to her saying it was her fault her father hit her. Saying it over and over again that it’s her fault he’s like this. That he never wanted a girl. He wanted a son. “It’s your fault Angel. You were born. He doesn’t want a lousy girl. He wants a son. A strong son. Not a girl who can’t take over the business. This is YOUR fault Angel. YOUR FAULT” it played over and over until she finally woke up sweating and breathing heavily.
She looked around her indigo painted walls her black bedspread and her pink pillows. Her curtains were a see through green with a net feeling. Her room was tacky. She loved it. It was her personal setting with her books arranged in alphabetical order and her diary under her bed. Her closet was full of junk and her clothes that were old and bloodstained. She skipped school a lot this year so she decided she’d go tomorrow. Lying back down, she fell asleep.
~~~Shia~~~
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