The day ends without any further fireworks and we all make a break for it. We don’t want anything screwing up our plans. The guys head off, walking quickly to Max’s. Mandy drops me off and we arrange for her to pick me up early tomorrow, 10 a.m. I am psyched. I enter the house as quietly as I humanly can. I don’t hear any noise at all. I tiptoe upstairs to my room and put my stuff away. I pull out my weekend bag and begin to pack. I have my headphones on while I choose my wardrobe and various other necessities.
I listen to New Order wail — asking how it feels to treat him that way the person does.
I have everything tidied up and packed in short order. I am sitting on by bed studying. Suddenly, my door is kicked open with such force, the doorknob is embedded in the wall. I jump about two feet straight up and scoot as far away as I can until I’m squished into the corner. My father enters the room with such fury that with one look I know today is the day I will die. He snatches my hair brush off of my dresser, snaps it in half like it was a toothpick, and throws it aside. I almost pee.
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU STUPID BITCH?” he roars coming at me like a charging bull.
I curl up into a ball with my back against the wall.
“What are you talking about?” I whimper, “I don’t understand.” He grabs me by my upper arms which I have clutched around my knees. I don’t uncurl, so I am hanging from his grip like a Christmas ornament.
“I am talking about Miss Fitch and your algebra grades, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” he screams in my face, “STAND UP!”
I remain in a ball. If I uncurl, he will beat me worse than if I can protect my abdomen. I cry and whimper for him to stop. Through my tears, I see my mother standing at the door watching, with a taunting smile. My father drops me like a sack of laundry and I try to scoot away.
He kicks me in the head really hard.
That’s the last thing I remember. Living here is like living in a house that is burning down, and the windows and doors have been nailed shut.
Fasten your seatbelts for a white-knuckled ride on the looney wagon and trip down memory lane with a band of misfit teenagers. Kiera Graves and her small posse of true blue friends plot ways to escape their cowtown; and play a game of keep away with her Machiavellian family to help her survive high school and make it to college.
Courage under fire, the closest bonds of friendship and blossoming romance keep this tale of coming of age and survival buzzing with excitement, heart, and warmth.
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Genre - General Fiction
Rating – PG-13
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