Growing Pains
Looking at the blue sky’s from her garden Megan loved the view. The world didn’t look like such a bad place when it could fit between her thumb and forefinger.
Everything seemed to come into perspective from way up high. Not a care in the world.
The sounds of the small birds chirping in the trees brought comfort to Megan, reminding her that she was once a small innocent being, whose life look to have a bright future.
The screams from the small trailer house were nothing uncommon to her, she knew that in a few moments the door would open, her step dad would walk out the door, grab her by the arm and drag her to his even small trailer park home. But this time it was different, it was Megan’s mom who would be the one to walk out of the small trailer home.
Megan’s mother walked straight past her, this was new experience for her, and she followed her mother down the muddy path way and onto the cement sidewalk. Her mother bleeding from the mouth, limping, slowed down the pace and stopped to lean against the side wall.
The step dad, known to everyone as “Rex” came storming down the side walk shouting “What the hell do you think this is bitch? Get the hell up now!” with these words, Megan’s mother, bleeding and crying stood up, and as soon as she had gotten up, she was on the cold cement floor again. Rex had given her a right hand, or a “Pimp slap” as he used to call it.
From that day, Megan never saw her mother again, Rex had kicked her out the house and forced Megan to stay and live with him. Each day something new of hers would hurt.
Either it be a black eye, or a broken rip.
She loved the garden, a two by two meter piece of grass. To her this was her sanction, she could be anything she wanted to be. A Princess on the back of her Knights horse. A mermaid swimming under the ocean. Megan had never been in a pool before, so this was her biggest fantasy.
She would spend most of her time in the garden, as she did not attend school, due to the fact the her step dad was a lazy drunk. Many a night had she been kept awake by the sounds of a drunken Rex making love to different random women. She wondered what it was that attracted women to Rex, he was an over weight 47 year old drunk, with tattoos all over his body.
Rex would often show his tattoo’s to Megan, especially the one of the flaming skull on his forearm, he knew that she hated it when he showed it to her, but he seemed to get some kind of pleasure watching her cry silent tears as she looked at it.
One morning when Rex woke up around 9 am, he kicked at Megan’s body, but there was no movement, so he began to kick even harder. Still nothing. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his drunken eyes, he awoke to see Megan lying on the floor bleeding from the head. Dazed and confused Rex, in his half sleep, half drunk state looked around to asses the situation. Blood was splattered on the window cell and broken glass everywhere.
Coke from the night before was still on the bedside table lined up ready to be snorted.
Megan still lay in the pool of her own blood, she was seven years old.
