Never say a Word

Chapter 3

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-Tiffany ;-x

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I growled at my alarm clock that now was smashed into seven different pieces that were scattered below the wall I had thrown it at. Ya, Im not really a morning person, or a night person, or a day person... Hmm I wonder what that makes me? I groaned and tossed the pillow over my head to block out unwanted sound and light. But my stomach was protesting my laziness and as much as I would have liked to ignore it, I couldnt really throw myself at the wall hoping that it would shut me up. Well... I could but Im not so sure im up for that, instead I just turned over and snuggled down. Except now I was on the floor with a sore butt, and a really bad head-ache. I sighed and climbed to my feet and crept down to the kitchen in search of anything edible. My stomach growled fiercely and a rumbled shook my body. I giggled breathlessly and poked my tummy, trying to tell my body to keep quite. I grabbed a cold pop tart and munched on the bland crust that had no filling nor frosting. I still had an hour before school started so I decided now was the perfect time for cartoon watching. I bounce silently over to the TV and flipped through the channels before finding the perfect cartoon.

Loony Rooms!

'Bug's sighed dramatically as Dafey unwrapped his new 'perfect' beak job. Dafey smiled arrogantly as Bugs jaw dropped, "Dafey, What happened to your nose?" Bugs asked, horrified. Dafey stared at him in confusion before rushing over to the hall mirror'

Im pretty sure I was smiling like a bloody idiot the entire show. But the smile fell from face as I heard heavy foots steps tromping down the stairs. It was my father and all he was wearing was his Smiley face boxers. I crinkled my nose in distaste, he glanced over and glared at me menacingly, "What are you looking at kid?" He said stumbling slightly and squinting against the glare of light that shone through window. I shook my head and shrugged hoping to appear causal and not shaking with terror. The night since he had first come home wasted had become a new family tradition, he would pick a fight, leave, come back stuck outta his mind, my mother would start were they left off, and both of them would throw things, my mother usually went strait for our cheap China dishes and father would grab the nearest thing. And every day I would have to remember to put on shoes or risk the chance of getting another glass shard stuck in my foot.

My father shook his head in annoyance, at the blinding light or at me, I'm not sure but I assume it was the latter. I got up from the couch, needing to move and also I was practically dying from thirst. I thee my best to keep out of my fathers way but withbthey way he was stumbling and swaying I accidentally bumped into him. Which did more harm to me than him, my hip slammed into the corner orlf the cheep wooden counter tops. I whimpered and my hands instantly flew to my hip, clutching it as if the pain would dissolved. My father growled and his eyes light up in anger, I shook in fear and pain. " You clumsy little bitch, can you stop for a moment and check your goddamn feet!" He shouted and then he did something that I never would have even considered a possibility.

He hit me.

Not in the face but he swung is fist back and punched me staint in my stomach. The pain was immediate, like having the air disappeared around you and no matter how many times you swallow you come up breathless. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground clutching my stomach, still gasping for air. Tears slide hot down my cheeks as the pain throbbed in my stomach, I have never been punched, and it is not something I recommend. My father stood above me, different emotions flitted across his face, but he just stood their, watching as I cried in pain still catching my breath. A few moments of watching me he walked away with a beer in one hand and a pastry in the other. Withought glancing at me he spoke calmly , his voice drained of any emotion, "Better hurry, school starts in twenty." I cryer harder, rocking myself soothingly, waiting for both the emotional and physical pain to dull. When did my life get so screwed up?