Quanah
My tears didn’t help at all. No matter how much I begged her to stop or pleaded, she kept going.
“You should’ve stayed out of my way! I warned you that if I saw you today, you’d pay for yesterday.”
“But Dad found me,” I whimpered, hoping she’d hear that I hadn’t gone to him and stop hitting me, but that never happened.
“Shut up! Or you’ll get it even worse!” The leather belt cut through the air before striking my back, and I cried harder. “You shouldn’t even have been born. You’re a burden in my life, ruining everything!”
I didn’t understand why she didn’t like me. Mothers were supposed to love their children, right? But I didn’t know what that word meant. Maybe my dad loved me a little. He was almost never around, always off helping someone, which is why he was always travelin
