No Love for Her

"Get outta here!" He shouted at her, but she still tried again, after all he was her father.1

"Daddy I promise I-" She started but again he shouted.2

"I said get outta here! What part of that do you not understand? Get. Your Ass. Out. Of. Here. Now!"3

Violet didn't even try this time she just ran out of the room trying and failing to hide the tears that ran down her face. Just as she was leaving she heard her Father talking to her step mother, "She's so annoying isn't she? She never does anything right, I don't think she can." 4

Violet ran to her bedroom before her father could come out wwith more threats, and fell through her door just managing to get it closed before she collapsed to the floor and huge sobs shook her body.5

"He doesn't want you," the little voice in the back of her head sneered in her ear, "Why do you even stay here when you know how much he hates you? Your whole family hates you, Jacob and Kristin deny they even know you."6

She didn't have the strength to argue with the words in her mind, besides she knew they were true, Jacob even told her the world would be better off if she committed suicide and he would give her his knife if she wanted to do it. Kristin always took out her anger on her and never even apologized. Neither of them trusted her even though she had always tried to be kind to them. 7

"They hate the work you do, they throw away the things you make them, and they kick you out of rooms the moment you come in. They took away everything you have! Just die already!" again Violet didn't argue with the little voice. 8

Stomps shook her bedroom floor as her father pounded toward her, she tried to get up but before she was even off the floor he burst through her door with a whole new round of insults.9

"Have you even done ANYTHING in this room?! I sent you back here to clean it yesterday!! You've been back here with your lazy ass reading books and playing with your cat havent you? I ought to put that cat to sleep, you dont give a DAMN about him!!"10

This was to much for Violet to bear, Buku was her only friend and, cat or not, she felt like he always listened to her and he always came to her when she cried. "No!" She cried, "I swear I've been cleaning! See?" she pointed to everything she had done. She ran to all the empty shelves and showed how she had dusted them, she showed him her poems which she had out in alphabetical order and had then sorted into folders which were labled and sitting where they belonged on her desk, she showed him how she had washed all three windows in her room, how she had watered her little plant, how she had changed the sheetes on her bed, how she had taken out her trash and washed out the trash cans, how she had polished the wooden chest that was her mothers and sorted everything in it, she had changed the light bulbs in her light 2 of the four had been out, and how she had even vacuumed her floor and scrubbed away some of the stains on it. He still wasnt happy.11

He went over to her desk where her poems were and snatched up the folders, which she had so carefully and beautifully decorated by hand, and pulled out some of the poems and read them aloud in a mocking voice.12

Daddy, do you love me13

Daddy, do you care14

Daddy, would it please you15

If I wasnt there?16

He ripped the poem in half and threw all her folders onto the floor and stomped on them destroying the delicate lace on some of them instantly.17

"Of course I love you!" He shouted, "What do you want me to do when you are in trouble? Play games with you? Huh? Is that what you want you little brat? Your a spoiled little bitch, thats why you dont have anything and you cant even keep the few things you have put away!" He grabbed her by the ear and held her down to face the pile of crumpled poetry and folders on the floor. Then he put her face in them like someone might put a dog's face in the mess he makes. 18

"How many times do I have to tell you we don't put stuff on the desk?! Its supposed to be empty except for the computer moniter! Do you understand me?" He said the words slowly as though he were talking to an idiot or a baby, not to Violet who was ten years old.19

"Do I need to take the moniter of the desk as well? Leave you with nothing completely?!" He had only left it to taunt her, as he had taken the mouse and keyboard and CPU she couldnt use it but just the moniter its self had become a sort of symbol for her. He always said how she might earn her things back and when ever she saw it she was always reminded about getting everything back. It boosted her a little and he knew this though he hadnt done anything about it yet.20

He jerked her up and held her close to his face. His breath hit her nose and she founght not to wrinkle her nose at his breath, it smelled of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Strongly. But she knew that they werent completely to blame for this, he always treated her like this and besides she should have known, nothing goes on her desk.21

"Now," he hissed, "get these shit excuses for poetry of your floor and GET SOME WORK DONE!!" and he threw her down and walked out, slamming the door behind him.22

He said he loved me, she though and she hastily picked up the remains of her work, he wouldnt lie so I must deserve this. He said he loved me, she repeated over and over in her head.23

He said he loved me24

He said he loved me25

....But does he?