*Ana's pov*
Mommy and daddy have been fighting a lot lately. Normally it's just daddy arguing with mommy after he comes home late at night from his "book club" mommy says. She thinks I don't know that "book club" is really the bar. That's what grandma says anyway.
Mommy is sweet like the sugar she puts on my cereal. daddy on the other hand is gross like brussel sprouts. I hate them. They are like little green balls of garbage. Yuck!
"Bill please! Please just stop I'm sorry!" I hear mommy plead after a plate crashes. I've been in my room all day for the past two days. It's summer break and daddy told me I was to come in here and not leave for anything. Mommy sometimes shows up to color with me in the day time while daddy's gone. She brings in water and food too. Today we shared a canned tuna sandwich. It was good. Mommy cut the sandwich into triangles like I like them. And we laughed and colored together.
I love these moments with her. It makes what I go through a little better knowing that in the morning we get to see each other. I love my mommy so much. I love her more than daddy to be honest. All he does is hurt us and yell and curse. "That boy Bill has the nastiest mouth I've ever heard." Grandma used to say to mommy. Ever since grandma came to mommy about him being a horrible person we haven't seen her again. I miss her. I wonder if she still thinks about me or even remembers me. She is really old.
"I thought I told you not to touch my stuff? Huh?!! Didn't I tell you that?" Daddy screamed at mommy. "I was just trying to clean up a little. I know you wanted to come home to a clean house. I had put your needles in that bag over there. If you would just let me-" mommy pleaded before I hear a loud thud followed by her cries. "No! I told you not to move it! Now you're gonna have to deal with the consequences of touching my things you dumb bitch!"
I feel my eyes get hot with tears as I lay on the floor of my bedroom. My fists gripping the pallet beneath me. "I wish you were dead. I wish you were dead," I sethed softly but firmly. "One day he won't hurt you anymore mommy. One day he will be the one begging," I spit in the darkness of my room.
Next morning~
"Good morning Ana baby" mommy sings. I slowly sit up and clutch my head. I cried so hard last night I woke up with a throbbing pain in the middle of my forehead. But seeing my mommy as soon as my eyes open makes me instantly forget about my pain. She has a huge black eye. Her bottom lip is swollen and she seems to be waking like she's hurt badly. "Hi mommy. You okay?" I ask looking in her eyes. "I'm fine honey I had tripped over a basket on my way here nun to worry about. I hit my eye a little on the dresser but I'm fine," she smiles avoiding my gaze. She knows that I know she's lying. Mommy has a million excuses to share with people who ask her what's wrong when they see her. I just stay quiet. I hold similar smaller bruises and scars. I know others could help if I say something but I don't want to be taken away from my mommy. She's done nothing wrong. It's him.
"So what are we coloring today Ana baby?" She smiles as she sits down next to me on my pink polkadoted pallet. "Umm let's see," I smile as I jump to my feet to run over to my corner of coloring books she had bought me last Christmas. I sift through the pile to find the puppy themed one. "Ouu puppies," I exclaim. I skip back over to join mommy on the floor after grabbing my crayons and we begin to color.
An hour later~
"AMBER!!" "Oh shoot" my mom flinched. Daddys home early. She isn't suppose to be in here with me since I'm in "trouble". I don't even know what I did. He prolly just got tired of seeing me around the house. "I gotta go baby I love you," she rushes, jumping up from the pile of crayons. Before she can open my room door daddy comes rushing in. "What the hell did I tell you about being in here?" He spat at her. His right hand bawled into a fist. "I'm sorry I was just-" mommy tried to explain before being shoved to the floor as I watch in terror. "Mommy!!" I cry. "Shut the fuck up!" He yells, charging towards me to grab my left arm and yanking me off my feet by it. "You wanna yell? Can't nobody save you!" "Please let her go Bill it's my fault please!" Mommy cried rushing over to the both of us. "Get back bitch" daddy says as he threw me to the ground with so much force that I landed on the wrist, shattering it as I settled. I scream in pain clutching my wrist with my hand. "It hurts mommy it hurts," I cry, rocking back and forth on the floor.