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January 24, 2025
hi, i've never made a blog, or a website but it's pretty fun so far. i don't actually know what content to write here yet so i'm just going to attach a short story i wrote in highschool called "Hit" :P.
The monotone crack of his hand on her face woke me up. My cheek is cool from sleeping against the window. He starts to yell again, his words running together. I count the number of road markers that race past, as the smell on his breath slowly seeps throughout the car, soaking into the seats. I reach for Ted-Ted and find that he’s fallen to the ground. I don’t dare reach further. I don’t want to draw Daddy’s attention to me. Instead, I watch the lines of the road as they swerve in and out from under the car. Mommy asks him to lower his voice. She thinks I’m still asleep. I get to 17 road markers before I hear his hand make contact again. I bite down my concern for Mommy. She always gets upset when I try to help her.
Daddy yells anyways. He likes to do the opposite of what Mommy asks him to do. But I do too sometimes, like when she tells me to eat all my green beans, sometimes I just throw them away when she’s not looking.
Daddy hits his hands on the steering wheel and doesn't cry at all. Sometimes I wish I was strong like him. I don’t hit my hands, but I still cry. His veins are starting to pop out of his neck. Mommy is never as good at calming him down when he smells like that.
“Wake that damn kid up if you’re so bothered about me yelling.” Spit flies from his lips as he yells at Mommy. She stays quiet; she’s good at not making him madder. I’m not, he just looks at me sometimes, and he yells even louder, even when I try to stay quiet like Mommy.
I feel bad for Ted-Ted, I know how much Daddy can scare him when he gets like this. I want to get him and push his stuffing back in the hole in his arm, but he’s fallen too far, and Mommy taught me not to bring attention to myself when Daddy is mad. She tells me to try my best to become invisible. I don’t know why she doesn’t pretend to be invisible too, we could be invisible from Daddy together, but she always says no.
I wish it were raining. Daddy never sounds as loud over the rain. I love to watch the raindrops race down the window; their small streams remind me of Mommy’s cheeks. I wish I could reach out and touch her hair like she does when I cry, but I know that will make Daddy more mad.
I watch the continuous stream of headlights as cars race past. I wish me and Mommy were in one of those cars. I think Daddy wishes he was too. He keeps drifting towards them. He always says he’s going to leave to go live with Katie. I don’t know who Katie is, but her name makes Mommy sad, so I never say it. A lot of things Daddy says makes Mommy sad, so I try to say things that make her happy. But when she smiles only her mouth moves, her eyes stay the same.
Although I know Daddy is mad, I decide I’m going to reach out for Ted-Ted. I can’t bear to leave him alone down there. I know how scared he gets of Daddy, especially when he’s like this. I can’t stand letting him suffer Daddy’s yelling without me any longer. I work up the courage to reach down and grab him. I quickly bury my face in him to hide myself. Ted-Ted’s fur is dampened immediately. Daddy turns around and looks at me.
“You look too much like your mother.” I always like when people tell me I look like Mommy, but he makes it sound like a bad thing. I don’t want to look in his eyes; I already know they’re angry. He raises his hand, and I flinch. Mommy begs for him to stop. I feel the car swerve hard as he reaches for me, and then it hit.