The Life Of Estelle Dirnt., chapter 3
Recap:
"D-Dad that's so sw-"
I was cut off by the doorbell. I got up fast and ran to the door. I opened it slowly and saw the police...
End of Recap.
I just stood there, with a black eye looking at them. What will happen? God, sometimes I hate being a nine year old. Will they let me stay with my dad? Will they put my mom in jail? I'm so nervous.
"Hello little girl, is your dad home?" he said kneeling down to my level because I'm short.
Oh please. Little girl? I'm nine! Why can't I be treated like an adult? I cook for myself, I clean for myself, I do my chores, I do my homework, I get straight A's, I can take care of myself and I'm nine. I'm NOT A little girl.
"Umm Yes, he's in the kitchen," I said rolling my eyes.
"Thank you, Miss," they said while walking into the kitchen.
I heard them talking to my dad. But, unfortunately I couldn't hear what they were saying. It seems like they have been in there forever. I'm just, so...nervous. I don't want my dad to get in trouble for punching my mom.
But, I could careless of what happens to my mom. I hate her. I just want her to die. Or better yet, I could die. But then my dad will be upset and then he'll start cutting. I'll stay alive...For now.
An hour later I saw them walk out the door. I looked around, frantically for my dad and was anxious to ask him what they talked about. What are they going to do? I finally found my dad and ran up to him.
"Dad!"
"Yes sweetie?" he said while sitting down, taking a sip of his coffee like nothing just happened.
"What happened?" I asked while sitting on his lap.
"Well..." he said while putting the cup of coffee down.
I sighed and looked at him. What? Why is he stalling? Is it something bad? I need to know! He won't tell me though. Great. I'm not a little kid anymore! Why can't people see that?
"Dad, Tell me." I said while looking him in the eyes, pleadingly.
"Okay, well...we have to go to court. We need proof that your mom hurt you. I thought it was stupid, Just look at your black eye! Then, if she's proven guilty, she goes to jail and I get full custody," he said smiling wide.
YES! Well, it's not all good because there is a chance that my dad won't get full custody of me, Oh well! There is a 50/50 chance he will. I just hope he will. I also have to tell him, that I cut.
I got up, and ran up to my room. I took my shoes off and put them under my bed, I took off my shirt and put a hand over my cuts and bruises, that my mom gave me. How could she do this to her own Child?
I sighed and changed into my pajamas slowly. I started thinking about what life would be like if I lived with my dad, it might happen. I really hope it does. So, I got in my bed for a nap and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out...
"D-Dad that's so sw-"
I was cut off by the doorbell. I got up fast and ran to the door. I opened it slowly and saw the police...
End of Recap.
I just stood there, with a black eye looking at them. What will happen? God, sometimes I hate being a nine year old. Will they let me stay with my dad? Will they put my mom in jail? I'm so nervous.
"Hello little girl, is your dad home?" he said kneeling down to my level because I'm short.
Oh please. Little girl? I'm nine! Why can't I be treated like an adult? I cook for myself, I clean for myself, I do my chores, I do my homework, I get straight A's, I can take care of myself and I'm nine. I'm NOT A little girl.
"Umm Yes, he's in the kitchen," I said rolling my eyes.
"Thank you, Miss," they said while walking into the kitchen.
I heard them talking to my dad. But, unfortunately I couldn't hear what they were saying. It seems like they have been in there forever. I'm just, so...nervous. I don't want my dad to get in trouble for punching my mom.
But, I could careless of what happens to my mom. I hate her. I just want her to die. Or better yet, I could die. But then my dad will be upset and then he'll start cutting. I'll stay alive...For now.
An hour later I saw them walk out the door. I looked around, frantically for my dad and was anxious to ask him what they talked about. What are they going to do? I finally found my dad and ran up to him.
"Dad!"
"Yes sweetie?" he said while sitting down, taking a sip of his coffee like nothing just happened.
"What happened?" I asked while sitting on his lap.
"Well..." he said while putting the cup of coffee down.
I sighed and looked at him. What? Why is he stalling? Is it something bad? I need to know! He won't tell me though. Great. I'm not a little kid anymore! Why can't people see that?
"Dad, Tell me." I said while looking him in the eyes, pleadingly.
"Okay, well...we have to go to court. We need proof that your mom hurt you. I thought it was stupid, Just look at your black eye! Then, if she's proven guilty, she goes to jail and I get full custody," he said smiling wide.
YES! Well, it's not all good because there is a chance that my dad won't get full custody of me, Oh well! There is a 50/50 chance he will. I just hope he will. I also have to tell him, that I cut.
I got up, and ran up to my room. I took my shoes off and put them under my bed, I took off my shirt and put a hand over my cuts and bruises, that my mom gave me. How could she do this to her own Child?
I sighed and changed into my pajamas slowly. I started thinking about what life would be like if I lived with my dad, it might happen. I really hope it does. So, I got in my bed for a nap and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out...
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