Laying with my back towards the ground, the sun on my body making it warm. The wind holding a sweet smell of spring kept me relaxed,as well as listening to the birds singing their songs of conversation.

Knocking, banging on my bedroom door brings me to my senses, my eyes flick open.”Jorden open this door before I rip it down!”The banging continues.I get out of bed and walk over to the door, twisting the silver bolt lock, it swings open making yet another hole in my wall.My Father storms in, grabs my hair and drags me to the kitchen. I’m so used to this treatment I let it happen. Once we made it to the kitchen he throws me across the floor, I curl so it’s my back that hits the cabinet not my head. Still standing by the doorway my father spits at me “ Why is this room still dirty, you pig!”. I keep my eyes away from his, not answering “your the pig” I thought. My Father’s patience ran thin, he rushed over to kick my left leg hard. I squeezed myself into a tight ball while he kicks again. “Speak boy!” He yelled reaching for my hair and gripping it tightly in a fist. I grit my teeth and look him in the eyes.”What time did I have to do it?!”. My Father looked me back in the eyes.”You didn’t have time! I didn’t raise you to lie!” He screamed close to my face and swings a punch over my right cheek. I gasp from the pain.”If your not done in five minutes you’re out” My father lets my head fall. He points to the back door and stormed out of the room. I sit up and roll up my jeans to see the damage caused by the kicks, it was like a zigzag. I used the counter to lift myself off the floor tried to keep any pressure of my leg, I limped to my room to grab the only thing that matters in this god damn house. A photo of Mother and I, on the back she had written on it before she died,it read:

Jorden, My sweet baby

I am always with you

Forever and always

Love your mother.

I limped back to the kitchen squinting in pain all the way to the back door, I let myself out and make it to the woods behind the house before doubling over in pain. I stood-up straight, took a deep breath and carried on limping, just as the road on the other side started to show it’s self I blacked out.

It must of been a dream, but I remembered being lifted by something strong and slung over a hard cold shoulder, which made pain to my ribs. I could hear a car whoosh past, but my vision was still black. I tried to move but my body wouldn’t listen. It didn’t take long, until I was back into a unconscious state.