The Game called Fate

The Pain

As I finish bringing the last of breakfast to the dining room I feel a hand slide up my back. I jump and turn around to see Mr. Barlow Right behind me,” It’s a wonder how you can still move after everything we did to you last night.” he took hold of my hair pulling me to my tippie-toes. Just to slam me into the table Once he let me go I fell to the ground but he was right. It's a miracle I’m able to move 3 hours after last night's events. Shaking the thought from my mind I try to get back on my feet, just for him to stomp down on my spine forcing me back to the ground. All I hear is the sound of his boot hitting my spine repeatedly until a “POP!” is heard and I have no strength left to get up again, he comes closer to me so I can hear him better without removing his foot from my back. He proceeds to say " I can't wait to see how you squirm under my hold later." With that, He walks to his seat And begins to fill his plate. I barely had enough time to collect myself from the ground before the rest of the family decided to join him. Mrs Barlow on the other hand tends to always be glaring at me, with a hint of envy in her eyes. On good days that's all she does is glare on her bad days let's just say no rock is unturned, and the beatings are worse.