I went down stairs, all smiles for my dad. I knew that If I did something wrong, something would happen. Something that would end in me not going to school Monday. "Hi dad, do you want a cup of tea?" I asked, switching the kettle on." Yeah. Make it snappy." He snapped, and I made one as quickly as possible, and put it on the table in front of him. He took a swig of it, and picked up his paper. "Did you clean up?" he asked, looking at me. "Yes I did this morning after you left." I said, innocent as possible. "Good." He snapped. I took a step back. I hated when he was like this. He noticed I'd stepped back a bit, and looked at me. "And why did you just do that?" He snarled. "I just stepped back thats all. Is there anything else you me to do?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "yes actually. I want you to go and get the grocerys. I'll give you the money and the list of things you need to buy and the prices. You go over that and you'll be in trouble." he said, shoving the money in my hand. "Yes dad." I said, grabbing my coat, and leaving the house.


"I'm back dad." I said, carrying in the grocerys, and putting them on the tabel. "Give me the recite." He snapped, and I passed it him, and the change. I started to put the grocerys away, and he walked over to me, and slapped me across the face. I stubbled backwards, holding onto the sink."You got the wrong things you little bitch!" he yelled, hitting me again. I winced at the pain that hit my face. I fell backwards onto the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you Midnight! Theres something wrong with you in the brain! You can't get anything right!" He yelled, kicking me. I rolled around the floor, trying to get away from him. I managed to get up off the floor, and he grabbed my arm, tight. "Listen to me bitch. Go upstairs. I don't want to see you until Monday morning. Do you understand me!" He shouted in my face, and I nodded. He threw to the floor, and I got up and ran up the stairs, and into my room. I lay on my bed and cried.