Page 3 of Fury
“You fucking had my daughter, you bitch?!” a man shouts as he grabs Mama’s arm roughly and I fall hard to the floor with a cry, and Mama gasps, looking at me with concern, something she has never looked at me before, and looks back at the very large man and sneers, “Look what you’ve just done you asshole.”
Mama bends and grabs my arm roughly, dragging me back up, and I gasp again at her nails digging into my arm while the man curls his lip, his face red with anger.
A few tears fall, and I quickly wipe them away as Dixie licks my leg, making me smile lightly.
Apparently, I have a dad, something my mama has always said I didn’t have, that he never wanted me, and I guess she was right.
“You threw money at me to get rid of her!” Mama snaps, gripping my arm while the man’s face reddens more, and he sneers scarily, “And what? You thought this was the perfectpunishment, to have my child and not inform me, huh, like the fucking two-face bitch you are!”
I flinch, his words ringing in my ear.
“Dad?” a boy says with concern near the door, his dark blue eyes that are so much like my own staring at me with suspicion.
More tears fall.
Apparently, I also have a brother who is thirteen or fourteen, and the man has a wife, a wife he hurt by making me.
So yeah, Mama never did lie, did she?
She said I hurt a family, that I broke up a couple, that I was unwanted, and well, she was right, though I think the man and woman are still married.
Mama cackles again, and I flinch, but the movement makes me gasp as I press on my sore ribs.
I made a mistake, a big one. I told Mama last night that I wanted to see my father but not to have a relationship with him. He didn’t want me, I know this, even for my little brain, I know this. I wanted to get to know my brother.
I always wanted a sibling…
She didn’t like that, though, and now my side hurts, and a bruise, bigger than the ones she normally gives me, is spreading where she hit me with her boyfriend’s baseball bat.
I sniffle again as a car parks up outside the trailer again, the black jeep clear as day from my window, and I swallow hard.
That car was here last night after Mama hurt me, and I ran to my room crying before I heard my Mama scream. I also heard another woman’s voice.
“If you ever lay hands on her again, I promise you I will kill you,” the woman sneers as I bite my hand, trying to control my sobs from behind my bedroom door.
Mama has a black eye and, since last night, has decided to ignore that I exist again. Why can’t she love me?
More tears fall, and I wipe them away.
The woman wanted to take me. She wanted me to leave with her, or at least I think she did because of the words Mama shouted at her.
“You try and take my daughter, I’ll call rape against your precious cheating husband. A report was made after our luscious night together where he worshipped my body and made me come so hard, I was seeing stars, you know for insurance, and I’ll make sure Peter stands by me, you remember Peter right, the reason why Brick fucked me to begin with?”
After Mama’s threat, the door banged before the truck sped away, and that was it. Mama even heard a bark from Dixie, and she never came in here to hit me or take my scruffy dog. She left me be, even this morning, nothing, only her cackles echoing underneath the door, finding whatever Peter said funny.
I hate her boyfriend, he’s mean and stares at me funny…
I watch the car sit idling, and I stroke Dixie one more time before slowly climbing off my worn bed and I walk over to the window, and slowly open it, not to make any noise, before looking at my barricaded door once, then carefully, I climb out of the window and slowly walk over to the truck.
The woman in the driver's seat with light brown hair and light blue eyes looks at me intently as I walk over bare feet, trying to ignore the stones digging in.
Mama couldn’t buy me shoes that fit again.
The woman is wearing a leather vest, similar to the one my father wore, and she resembles my brother, so she must be his mama, the woman whose husband created me behind her back.
She must hate me…
“Hi,” I whisper, and her eyes soften, seeing the tears building in my eyes, and she returns, “Hey, sweet pea.”
