In the Heart of Forever

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Author: Jo-Anna Walker
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accident would have happened. I angrily wiped the tears off of my face, gathered my things and headed up the stairs. I threw my bag on my bed and stomped down to the kitchen.
    “Stop being so loud, girl,” Allan yelled from the lounger. “And grab me a beer.”
    I bit my cheek, swallowed back a curse and headed to the fridge. If it wasn’t for me grocery shopping every week, all we would have is beer. I grabbed a cool bottle from the shelf and walked back into the living room, placing it on the table beside Allan.
    As I turned around, something flew past my head and smashed into the wall beside me. I jumped as glass and liquid flew everywhere.
    “What am I going to fucking do with a bottle that isn’t open? Bring me a beer and open it this time, brat,” Allan spit out.
    Anger curled in my belly and I headed back into the kitchen. I grabbed another bottle from the fridge and made sure to open it. God, he is such an asshole. I didn’t understand how anyone could be that mean. I hated him. With every fiber of my being, I hated Allan Clow.
    “Make sure you clean up that mess you just made too,” Allan said without looking at me, grabbing the beer from my hand. He scratched his huge belly and went back to watching TV.
    My heart pounded as I headed to the closet. I grabbed a hold of the broom and held it. If I swung this hard enough, it would knock…No. I couldn’t think that way. I shook my head, ridding myself of those thoughts. I have to look out for my mom. Who knew what would happen to her or me if I did something stupid like that.
    I walked over to the broken glass on the floor and knelt, sweeping up the shards into the dustpan. My eyes burned with unshed tears. I knew other kids had it worse than me but what did I ever do to deserve this?
    Did my mother not notice how much of an asshole Allan was before she married him? I had no idea what went through her head at the time and a part of me was furious with her, which in turn made me feel guilty. The tears that I tried so hard to control rolled down my cheeks as I continued sweeping up the broken pieces of glass, my hands shaking with rage.
    “You missed a spot,” Allan chuckled and pushed me as he walked by.
    I gasped as my hand landed on the broken shards. A sharp burn shot up my arm as a jagged piece of glass dug into my palm. I pulled it out of my hand and winced.
    I huffed and headed into the kitchen to grab a towel. I cleaned up the blood and bit back a curse as a light chuckle sounded from the living room.
    “Where’s my food girl?” Allan asked as he walked back to his lounger.
    “Give me a second,” I snapped.
    “Well, what’s taking so long?”
    Well, if someone wouldn’t have thrown their beer against the wall, supper would have been started already.
    “I’m hungry,” Allan stated. He was always hungry.
    “And you’re an asshole,” I mumbled to myself.
    “What did you just call me?”
    I jumped and spun to see Allan standing a few feet away from me. His head was balding and his stomach protruded from his waist but I was no match for his 6 foot something frame. My heart sped up and my hands shook. “Nothing. I didn’t call you anything.”
    His eyes widened and he slapped me. The sound of skin meeting skin reverberated through the air and I couldn’t get the noise out of my head, black spots dancing in my vision.
    Allan grabbed my chin and dug his fingers into my cheeks, throwing me up against the wall. My head slammed against the solid surface, tears blurring his twisted face. I grabbed onto his wrists, digging at them, trying to get him to release me.
    “Now make my supper, brat,” he growled, spittle flying from his mouth.
    Under normal circumstances, I never in my whole life would think of doing this to anyone but the anger that brewed in my belly, seemed to have taken control of my body. I glared at him. Glared with as much malice as I could muster.
    His slimy face broke out in a grin. “You got some fire in ya, girl. Too bad

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