The impact of his hand across my face sent me to the ground. I wasn't afraid of him anymore, a thing like was almost routine now.
“What is wrong with you?” His stern words were kind of worthless since he was still stoned.
My father was a very violent man. Some nights he would come home so intoxicated that he would think I was his a stranger and call the police. Somehow he always ended up down at the station, spending a few nights in jail. Tonight was one of those nights, but I was no stranger.
He pulled me up by my shoulders and dug his thick distorted nails into my caramel skin. The door slammed shut as I watched Chris scatter away from the window.
He squeezed me tighter and shook me, “Why was that boy here?”
The anger he had built up in jail was always taken out on me, one way or another.
“W-we had a project...” I stuttered. Being strong was one of the personality traits I lacked, but believe me you wouldn’t be able to hold your own either if you were being shaken by a man who could make you quiver with only his eyes.
“You were kissing him!” He shouted at me, and his nails dug an inch deeper in me.
“I-I’m sorry,” I wailed, my guilty hazel eyes mirrored his and look for an ounce or forgiveness, or maybe even shame.
He dropped me and headed for the door. I exhaled relief as I rubbed my sore shoulders. He placed his hand on door.
“Don’t ever let me see that boy here again. Intiendo?”
Sometimes he would throw some Spanish into his short tirades to make it more meaningful, but by no means did it matter.
“Yes, sir,” I said softly.
The bang of the door slamming made me jump even though it was no shock to me. The engine of the white Cadillac calmed my nerves as I watched my father pull out of the driveway.
I turned the bathtub facet right. As I waited for it to fill I stared at myself in the mirror. Disappointment was all I saw. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on me, but I wasn’t happy. Most girls I knew just wanted a tight ass and a nice rack, but I wanted so much more. I wanted beauty.
I returned to the tub and turned the facet off and poured in the bubble bath. I threw my clothes in the hamper and stepped into the tub. This feeling overcame me as I sank down into the bath. Warmth. My father didn't accept Chris, but he refused to say why. Before my father walked in I was the happiest girl alive. The way Chris would look at me with his flirty blue eyes was indescribable. He placed his soft tender fingers on the back of my neck when he kissed me. I ran my fingers through his chestnut hair then across his perfect face as I stared back into his dazzling eyes.
I stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around me. I flipped open my phone and viewed my new text message.
Are you alright?I miss you already- Chris
My blithe expression stared back at me in the mirror. I told him I was okay.
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