monster beneath that look there. If the school had known what they were doing by calling him into the office….
Let’s just say, the move from that little town in North Dakota to western Montana wasn’t the best trip I had ever been on. I didn’t even remember half of it and that was shortly before school ended for that year. All I remember was laying on the floorboards of the car, feeling every bump, every little rock in the road. I learned quick ly not to express any signs of pain on that trip. That had been the worst punishment he had ever given me so far. And each time he was giving me my punishment, he reminded me of what I did wrong. The questions he was asked in school weren’t anything about our home life either. He was called into the office because I was excelling in my classes and the school wanted to see if I wanted to go into some advanced classes because of my boredom.
“I can help with chores.” Did I want to go home? No. Not at all. It would be okay after nine when my dad was passed out. That would be a way to avoid the punishment for breathing while he was having a good time. “I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure? It stinks out in the barn and it is the day we clean stalls. It’s pretty nasty.”
“I can help.” And why not? I did steal his food. All h is food. Day after day, there it was, teasing and taunting me. I owed him. If he would show me how to clean stalls or whatever, I would gladly do it for him. How bad could it be?
A little chuckle came from him as he straightened his books on the table and opened his red notebook, the one he used for our class.
“Hey, Will. I’m going to be working on my math so you and your little girlfriend need to be quiet.” The older version of Will walked in. Um….Rob. That was his name. I had seen him around school and he was another one that didn’t pick on me when others were. Will had pointed him out to me once before when he stopped me in the hall to talk to me and his older brother walked past, knocking into him playfully. “Unless….I could go and pass that level in that game if you would do my math.”
“It’s not that hard.” Grumbling a little under my breath, I pulled out the nice, strong wooden heavy chair and started to sit when I noticed that both sets of eyes were on me as if I just told my biggest secret. Tears crawled up my throat as they just looked at me. This was wrong and maybe I should just run back home. What if they started to hate me like the others in school? They were really the only nice ones while the other s picked on me because I didn’t have new clothes like they had, didn’t have the best electronic stuff, nor had the makeup to make myself look like a cheap woman my dad picked up for the evenings on the weekends and the kind that the guys at school drooled over.
Hearing the heavy footsteps coming in through the kitchen, the fear swelled deeper inside of me. Not just Will and Rob were there, but that oldest one, the one who picked Will and me up from school was there. Stepping back into the corner, I waited for him to yell at me, to scream and rant and rave, carry on like my dad did. The guy was tall and his shoulders were wide. But those eyes, those dark eyes and that dark hair. He was more handsome than the younger brothers. And I could tell that he was different. He wasn’t as kind as Will or Rob, but then again, I just met Paul the few times when he picked us up from school.
His dark , angry eyes shifted over from Will to Rob and then back to Will. “You. I told you that I needed that hay stacked before today. Low and behold, it’s still in the pile at the window so I can’t do anything.” Then the angry, smoldering eyes shifted to Rob. “And you….I asked you to put that feed away before you went to school. Damn it! I need your help! But no! Damn video games are too damn important!”
“We have a guest….” Will choked out as he reached for his notebook , trying to calm his oldest brother; the
Let’s just say, the move from that little town in North Dakota to western Montana wasn’t the best trip I had ever been on. I didn’t even remember half of it and that was shortly before school ended for that year. All I remember was laying on the floorboards of the car, feeling every bump, every little rock in the road. I learned quick ly not to express any signs of pain on that trip. That had been the worst punishment he had ever given me so far. And each time he was giving me my punishment, he reminded me of what I did wrong. The questions he was asked in school weren’t anything about our home life either. He was called into the office because I was excelling in my classes and the school wanted to see if I wanted to go into some advanced classes because of my boredom.
“I can help with chores.” Did I want to go home? No. Not at all. It would be okay after nine when my dad was passed out. That would be a way to avoid the punishment for breathing while he was having a good time. “I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure? It stinks out in the barn and it is the day we clean stalls. It’s pretty nasty.”
“I can help.” And why not? I did steal his food. All h is food. Day after day, there it was, teasing and taunting me. I owed him. If he would show me how to clean stalls or whatever, I would gladly do it for him. How bad could it be?
A little chuckle came from him as he straightened his books on the table and opened his red notebook, the one he used for our class.
“Hey, Will. I’m going to be working on my math so you and your little girlfriend need to be quiet.” The older version of Will walked in. Um….Rob. That was his name. I had seen him around school and he was another one that didn’t pick on me when others were. Will had pointed him out to me once before when he stopped me in the hall to talk to me and his older brother walked past, knocking into him playfully. “Unless….I could go and pass that level in that game if you would do my math.”
“It’s not that hard.” Grumbling a little under my breath, I pulled out the nice, strong wooden heavy chair and started to sit when I noticed that both sets of eyes were on me as if I just told my biggest secret. Tears crawled up my throat as they just looked at me. This was wrong and maybe I should just run back home. What if they started to hate me like the others in school? They were really the only nice ones while the other s picked on me because I didn’t have new clothes like they had, didn’t have the best electronic stuff, nor had the makeup to make myself look like a cheap woman my dad picked up for the evenings on the weekends and the kind that the guys at school drooled over.
Hearing the heavy footsteps coming in through the kitchen, the fear swelled deeper inside of me. Not just Will and Rob were there, but that oldest one, the one who picked Will and me up from school was there. Stepping back into the corner, I waited for him to yell at me, to scream and rant and rave, carry on like my dad did. The guy was tall and his shoulders were wide. But those eyes, those dark eyes and that dark hair. He was more handsome than the younger brothers. And I could tell that he was different. He wasn’t as kind as Will or Rob, but then again, I just met Paul the few times when he picked us up from school.
His dark , angry eyes shifted over from Will to Rob and then back to Will. “You. I told you that I needed that hay stacked before today. Low and behold, it’s still in the pile at the window so I can’t do anything.” Then the angry, smoldering eyes shifted to Rob. “And you….I asked you to put that feed away before you went to school. Damn it! I need your help! But no! Damn video games are too damn important!”
“We have a guest….” Will choked out as he reached for his notebook , trying to calm his oldest brother; the
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