Daddy,
you came today.
I cried at the sight of your ugly face
twisted in hate
in rage
you grabbed a watermelon knife
and threw it at me.
I ducked,
but my mom didn't.
YOU ARE READING
The Notes
Short StoryBully, You hurt me again. You called me some terrible things **** I have a bruise on my left cheek. It's from you, but you don't know it. **** Mom, When's Dad coming home? You either say "soon" or you hit me. I don't think he's ever coming home. ...
