Punishment
She screams from the pain that surrounds her body
He father hitting her countless times
Blood drips from her mouth, tainting the carpet
Another hit, another cry
‘This is all her fault!’ he screams
She quietly cries to herself
‘This is your punishment, I’m doing what’s best for you.’
He says gently says, stroking her face
She flinches, not being used his kind touch
Another hit, another night full of tears
She aches all over
Even the soft sheets can’t keep the pain away
She lays in silence, no emotion
She’s been threw this so long
That the only thing she feels is pain and fear
But when she’s alone, nothing
Though, on this one night, she feels something else
Anger? No, it’s more than that
Pure hatred, clenching her fist
She hits her bed frame
For once, she liked the fact she was bleeding
Not from him, but for herself and her own pain
Her own Punishment
She finds him in his room
Drunker than an Irish man in a bar
He reeks of vodka and sweat
More hatred builds up when she looks at him
Her hands clench so hard on the bat that her knuckles turn white
‘Daddy?’ she ask for him
He wakes from his slumber, confused
He looks at her, and then the bat she holds up above her head
Fear dwells within his eyes
‘What are you doing, sweetie?’ fear in his voice
‘This is your punishment’ she smiles
She bashes his face into the pillow
Blood covers the room like a blanket, laughter in the air
Another hit, another laugh
After all the nails within the bat are drenched in blood
She stops and catches her breath, huffing and puffing
More laughter echoes in the room
The pain turns to power
The anger turns to relief
The laughter turns to crys
Then nothing
There’s no emotions
No happy family
No love
There never was to begin with.
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