AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Tomorrow doing “school time” maybe I’ll get lucky, and the lady will make a sandwich.
But not a spam sandwich.
“Come on, Charlie,” the brown-haired lady quietly begs as her bruised, shaky hand pushes a dirty fork my direction. “You need…You need to eat.”
He hits her too.
In the face.
In the stomach.
Puts his cigarettes out on her.
That happens to both of us.
They remind me of the circle rings from the candles my ma lights every night.
Except these don’t protect me.
These make me think I’m not protected anymore.
I force myself to nod and pick up the fork, but the second I’m holding it, the window behind the silver haired man breaks. Big and small glass pieces fly through the air landing all over the table.
All over our food.
All over me.
Unsure of what to do, I stay frozen in place like a game of freeze tag I didn’t know I was playing while the silver haired man tries to run away.
Maybe for the kitchen?
Maybe for the shotgun he likes to put in my mouth when I don’t listen?
The same shotgun he puts between my legs when I ask about going to real school.
Three men dressed in all black holding guns – large guns – climb through the open space like superheroes not afraid of the silver haired man.
Not afraid of the shotgun he has.
Maybe they don’t know he has one?
Maybe their guns are better?
Maybe they’re not afraid of nothing?
I wish I wasn’t afraid of nothing.
“Downontheground!” one of the men shouts, gun being pointed at the lady in charge of taking care of me. “Now!”
She screams, falls, and smooshes her face in the dirty carpet the silver haired man says is never clean.
It’s not.
But she tries.
And I try.
When I’m not trying to do homework or what she calls homework, I try.
