“I knew it!” the husky, drunk voice of the girl’s father slurred in victory and then he was on her and his stench overwhelmed all her other senses and made it hard to think. Grabbing her by the collar of her ratty dress he forced her head up so she was looking into his wild, almost animal like, eyes.
“Father–” she began, her eyes wide with shock at his sudden appearance. Already her mind was registering just how perilous her situation was; one wrong word and she was done.
“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.” He began to chant, his breath hitting her in the face and making her want to shudder with revolt. But she didn’t try to remove herself from his grasp, whatever was coming she deserved, he always told her that. “You were talking to someone. Where’d they go?” he asked, his voice hardening at the last question as his eyes roamed the room taking in every detail and searching out whoever she had been talking to not a minute earlier.
“There’s no one here, father–” the girl tried to explain but her father laughed, the sound ricocheting off the walls and making the girl cringe at the raw quality of his laugh.
“Don’t lie to me, Silvia, don’t lie to me. You remind me of your mother so much sometimes. She could never leave well enough alone.” And it was at the mention of her mother that the girl’s heart finally sank. She had never known her mother but the way her father spoke of the women, the way his eyes shone when he thought back to the time before the girl’s mother had run away and left them; few things made her father look that way. At times she had caught herself feeling glad she hadn’t known her mother growing up, the women may have given birth to her but in the end she had left without even a word in explanation. Tightening his grip on her collar to the point the girl began to choke, her father shook her violently, clearly not happy she wasn’t coming out and admitting her sin.
Her mouth worked to speak but no sound came out; she hadn’t the oxygen for such an act. Darkness began to lick at the farthest edges of her vision and the girl fought to keep conscious. She was suffocating and yet her hands hung limply at her side; if her father wanted to kill her then that must be what was best, he was her father after all, anything he did to her was out of love.
Realizing what he was doing her father shoved her away and air rushed the girl whose...