Concrete Angel - The Last Straw
Ch. 2__----- About a girl whose past has come to haunt her.
I flashed back all the way to when I was four.
"Wee daddy!! higher! higher!" I shouted with enjoyment.
"Alright alright, Madison. Hold on tight!" said my father. his face was so clear. It hasn't been like that in forever. It's always been so foggy, and censored. Almost like myself was preparing me for something.
"What the hell do you think you are doing??" said Laura. suddenly the swinging stopped. I looked up and saw my father standing in front of Laura.
"Me? Well I'm actually giving our child joy in life. Unlike some people who enjoy hurting children for a hobby!"
"We'll STOP IT! This child gave me enough pain bringing her into this world and I intend to have my Worth of it!"
"No. I won't stop."
"No? NO! Don't you DARE say no to me!!"
"No. what are you going to do about it?"
Laura laughed evilly.
"Ha! You so shouldn't have said no to me!" she laughed evilly again. Laura walked toward me and grabbed my arm, then threw me off the swing set. I fell on the hard grass with a thump. Laura then pulled me up and she back handed my face and her engagement ring sliced open my right cheek. I just fell back on the grass and I held my cheek, feeling warm blood oozing out of my cheek and into my callused hand. I looked at my father. He looked heart broken and hurt. I was stunned. Laura just sliced open my cheek and my father didn't even do a thing.
The flashback ended with a red fog.
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After the flashback I found myself in a corner of the classroom under a table, sobbing.
"Madison? Madison? Sweetie, I'm worried. What happened. One minute you were in front of me and the next you were shrieking and you ran under the discipline table. What happened?"
I didn't say anything. I just sobbed. I felt so week. Now Mrs. Tumbler looked scared and worried at the same time.
"Madison...Wha-what d-did she d-d-d-do to you?" She asked. Her features now shone that she was terrified.
"I-I. I can't. I just simply can't." I cried. Those words sound so familiar coming out of my mouth.
"Yes you can sweetie just tell me. I can help." now it was my turn to be terrified.
"No you can't you won't be able to understand." I sobbed even harder.
"Honey, It'll make you feel better. Believe me."
Her words sounded so sincere, so loving. Somehow I believed her. So I told her everything.
This time Mrs. Turbler was the one to cry.
"Honey, you must runaway why haven't you done it before?"
"Well I don't know I can't I mean what if she catches me? What if-"
"Why are you so unwilling to go? You should be running off right now. haven't you saved enough money to make the trip?"
"Yes I work Mondays through Fridays at the pizza barn. But the real reason why i' still holding on is because I don't know where to begin. I don't even know if my dad is alive. Or even if he is alive I don't know where he lives. I don't even know if he'll remember me. I guess I'm just afraid. I'm not even supposed to be telling you all of this if Laura finds out she would kill me. Seriously." I grabbed my bag and headed to the door. I stopped in door jamb when I heard Mrs. Turbler calling my name.
"Madison? " I turned around.
"Yea?"
"I know this is hard for you. And I know it doesn't help with me being a teacher. But I just want you to know that if you ever need any help, even with the little things. I'll be there. Oh and I promise I won't tell anyone about this little chat. Okay?"
"Okay Mrs. Turbler. Thank you." I took one more step but then I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"Oh and Madison?"
"Yes Mrs. Turbler?"
"Call me Pam. Kay?" Mrs. Turbler said with a sweet smile.
"Okay Mrs. Tu- Pam." I returned the gesture and went out the
door. As I walked out of the classroom I couldn't help but have a good feeling. I guess from that long talk and finally getting everything off my chest. And it also felt really good to have someone who is on my side and is looking out for me.
It was about 2:00 AM in the morning when I heard a crash that woke me up from my nightmare. I sighed because I was going to have to be the one to clean it up. I walked down the hall and when I got to the kitchen suddenly I felt that there was a human being behind me. So I assumed it was Laura I turned around. But as soon as I did turn around, I immediately regretted it. When I turned around, I was hit in the stomach with what feels like a pan. It knocked the wind out of me. Yup it's definitely Laura. She must be drunk. again. After I regained my breath I turned on the light. As soon as I did I was hit with a wooden spoon across my forehead. This time I cussed.
"Awe FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck! Are you kidding me!!??" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I tuned away from Laura and held my forehead.
"Shh Stop yelling!!!" Laura yelled.
"Sorry." I mumbled. I absolutely hate it when she gets drunk. I scanned around the kitchen. Thank God. This time there was only one plate that was smashed. I got a broom and dust pan and cleaned the mess up. When I was about to put the sharp pieces of the ceramic plate in the trash Laura shoved me. And coincidentally somehow a broken piece of the plate stabbed my right hand. I screamed in pain and dumped the rest of the fragments into the trash. I looked at the broken piece in my hand and braced myself. I slowly and painfully took the piece out of my hand and put the bloody fragment into the trash. God I hate my life. That's the last straw. Its official. No more chickening out. I'm going to run away soon. I just need some help. But first I need to fix the wound in my hand. I ran to the first aid kit in the bathroom and sprayed disinfectant spray on my hand. And I bit my tong because it stung so bad. I then wrapped my hand in a special cloth and tied it to my hand. I slowly walked back to my room and made a mental note to talk to Mrs. Turbler.
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When I woke up I made sure I wouldn't wake up Laura. Because one time her alarm clock went off when she had a hang over, well let's just say she won't be using many alarm clocks any more. And well one time I accidentally woke her up when she had a hang over and well shes like a dragon who's about to bite my head off. Literally. I got dressed in my paisley short sleeved shirt and the same jeans (i washed them don't worry). I brushed through my strait hair vigorously. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste quietly from the bathroom and walked down the hall to the kitchen. I brushed my teeth in the sink and brought my toothbrush and toothpaste back. I skipped my not even breakfast and started my day sprinting to school.
When I got to school I was winded and sweating like a pig. If I was normal I would have been worrying that everyone would think I have bad BO or that people thought I was ugly or something. But I'm not. the only thing people notice about me is my bruises, scratches, and scars. It bugs me all the time. That's the bad thing about short sleeved shirts. People can see everything. So instead of throwing a hissy fit about my split ends or my sweaty clothes, I just went on with my day not caring about anything except getting to see Pam Turbler. Finally at the end of the day I had English. again as usual Mrs. Turbler gave me a worried look. But this time I was the one to pass a note. It said:
Dear Mrs. Turbler/Pam,
I was considering your proposal yesterday, and I considered that you are right. But I realized that I cannot do this on my own. I need your help. Meet me after class. :)
Hoping I will get out of the Devils House, Madison
It was simple, yet so easy. When I secretly placed the note in the pocket I went back to learning. But to my surprise Mrs. Turbler didn't notice the not in her pocket until twenty minutes ago. I am an excellent pickpocket. And that is not a skill I'm proud of (yes it is). but when she read the whole note she smiled and looked up. She caught my eye, winked then nodded. I couldn't wait for our little 'session'. Finally the bell rang. It seemed like it took forever to ring but really it was only ten minutes.
"Wee daddy!! higher! higher!" I shouted with enjoyment.
"Alright alright, Madison. Hold on tight!" said my father. his face was so clear. It hasn't been like that in forever. It's always been so foggy, and censored. Almost like myself was preparing me for something.
"What the hell do you think you are doing??" said Laura. suddenly the swinging stopped. I looked up and saw my father standing in front of Laura.
"Me? Well I'm actually giving our child joy in life. Unlike some people who enjoy hurting children for a hobby!"
"We'll STOP IT! This child gave me enough pain bringing her into this world and I intend to have my Worth of it!"
"No. I won't stop."
"No? NO! Don't you DARE say no to me!!"
"No. what are you going to do about it?"
Laura laughed evilly.
"Ha! You so shouldn't have said no to me!" she laughed evilly again. Laura walked toward me and grabbed my arm, then threw me off the swing set. I fell on the hard grass with a thump. Laura then pulled me up and she back handed my face and her engagement ring sliced open my right cheek. I just fell back on the grass and I held my cheek, feeling warm blood oozing out of my cheek and into my callused hand. I looked at my father. He looked heart broken and hurt. I was stunned. Laura just sliced open my cheek and my father didn't even do a thing.
The flashback ended with a red fog.
______________________________________
After the flashback I found myself in a corner of the classroom under a table, sobbing.
"Madison? Madison? Sweetie, I'm worried. What happened. One minute you were in front of me and the next you were shrieking and you ran under the discipline table. What happened?"
I didn't say anything. I just sobbed. I felt so week. Now Mrs. Tumbler looked scared and worried at the same time.
"Madison...Wha-what d-did she d-d-d-do to you?" She asked. Her features now shone that she was terrified.
"I-I. I can't. I just simply can't." I cried. Those words sound so familiar coming out of my mouth.
"Yes you can sweetie just tell me. I can help." now it was my turn to be terrified.
"No you can't you won't be able to understand." I sobbed even harder.
"Honey, It'll make you feel better. Believe me."
Her words sounded so sincere, so loving. Somehow I believed her. So I told her everything.
This time Mrs. Turbler was the one to cry.
"Honey, you must runaway why haven't you done it before?"
"Well I don't know I can't I mean what if she catches me? What if-"
"Why are you so unwilling to go? You should be running off right now. haven't you saved enough money to make the trip?"
"Yes I work Mondays through Fridays at the pizza barn. But the real reason why i' still holding on is because I don't know where to begin. I don't even know if my dad is alive. Or even if he is alive I don't know where he lives. I don't even know if he'll remember me. I guess I'm just afraid. I'm not even supposed to be telling you all of this if Laura finds out she would kill me. Seriously." I grabbed my bag and headed to the door. I stopped in door jamb when I heard Mrs. Turbler calling my name.
"Madison? " I turned around.
"Yea?"
"I know this is hard for you. And I know it doesn't help with me being a teacher. But I just want you to know that if you ever need any help, even with the little things. I'll be there. Oh and I promise I won't tell anyone about this little chat. Okay?"
"Okay Mrs. Turbler. Thank you." I took one more step but then I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"Oh and Madison?"
"Yes Mrs. Turbler?"
"Call me Pam. Kay?" Mrs. Turbler said with a sweet smile.
"Okay Mrs. Tu- Pam." I returned the gesture and went out the
door. As I walked out of the classroom I couldn't help but have a good feeling. I guess from that long talk and finally getting everything off my chest. And it also felt really good to have someone who is on my side and is looking out for me.
It was about 2:00 AM in the morning when I heard a crash that woke me up from my nightmare. I sighed because I was going to have to be the one to clean it up. I walked down the hall and when I got to the kitchen suddenly I felt that there was a human being behind me. So I assumed it was Laura I turned around. But as soon as I did turn around, I immediately regretted it. When I turned around, I was hit in the stomach with what feels like a pan. It knocked the wind out of me. Yup it's definitely Laura. She must be drunk. again. After I regained my breath I turned on the light. As soon as I did I was hit with a wooden spoon across my forehead. This time I cussed.
"Awe FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck! Are you kidding me!!??" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I tuned away from Laura and held my forehead.
"Shh Stop yelling!!!" Laura yelled.
"Sorry." I mumbled. I absolutely hate it when she gets drunk. I scanned around the kitchen. Thank God. This time there was only one plate that was smashed. I got a broom and dust pan and cleaned the mess up. When I was about to put the sharp pieces of the ceramic plate in the trash Laura shoved me. And coincidentally somehow a broken piece of the plate stabbed my right hand. I screamed in pain and dumped the rest of the fragments into the trash. I looked at the broken piece in my hand and braced myself. I slowly and painfully took the piece out of my hand and put the bloody fragment into the trash. God I hate my life. That's the last straw. Its official. No more chickening out. I'm going to run away soon. I just need some help. But first I need to fix the wound in my hand. I ran to the first aid kit in the bathroom and sprayed disinfectant spray on my hand. And I bit my tong because it stung so bad. I then wrapped my hand in a special cloth and tied it to my hand. I slowly walked back to my room and made a mental note to talk to Mrs. Turbler.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
When I woke up I made sure I wouldn't wake up Laura. Because one time her alarm clock went off when she had a hang over, well let's just say she won't be using many alarm clocks any more. And well one time I accidentally woke her up when she had a hang over and well shes like a dragon who's about to bite my head off. Literally. I got dressed in my paisley short sleeved shirt and the same jeans (i washed them don't worry). I brushed through my strait hair vigorously. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste quietly from the bathroom and walked down the hall to the kitchen. I brushed my teeth in the sink and brought my toothbrush and toothpaste back. I skipped my not even breakfast and started my day sprinting to school.
When I got to school I was winded and sweating like a pig. If I was normal I would have been worrying that everyone would think I have bad BO or that people thought I was ugly or something. But I'm not. the only thing people notice about me is my bruises, scratches, and scars. It bugs me all the time. That's the bad thing about short sleeved shirts. People can see everything. So instead of throwing a hissy fit about my split ends or my sweaty clothes, I just went on with my day not caring about anything except getting to see Pam Turbler. Finally at the end of the day I had English. again as usual Mrs. Turbler gave me a worried look. But this time I was the one to pass a note. It said:
Dear Mrs. Turbler/Pam,
I was considering your proposal yesterday, and I considered that you are right. But I realized that I cannot do this on my own. I need your help. Meet me after class. :)
Hoping I will get out of the Devils House, Madison
It was simple, yet so easy. When I secretly placed the note in the pocket I went back to learning. But to my surprise Mrs. Turbler didn't notice the not in her pocket until twenty minutes ago. I am an excellent pickpocket. And that is not a skill I'm proud of (yes it is). but when she read the whole note she smiled and looked up. She caught my eye, winked then nodded. I couldn't wait for our little 'session'. Finally the bell rang. It seemed like it took forever to ring but really it was only ten minutes.
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