Cost of Freedom
"Help me, please help me," she whispered to herself as she sat on the floor
of her bedroom, slowly rocking back and forth.
She could hear the yelling down the hall. He was drunk again and she knew
that this time, yes, this time something would happen. In the past she and
her mother usually got out of the house when he was drinking, or he'd come
home in a drunken stupor and passed out on the living room floor.
She jumped as she heard something smash down the hall.
"Oh please, please…what did I do that was so wrong? Why won't someone help
me? We don't deserve this."
Tears slid down her face as she sat there on her bedroom floor, holding her
knees to her chest and slowly rocking back and forth.
She heard her mother cry out as something else smashed.
"Stop, just stop," she whispered.
There was another yell from her mother and then there was silence.
She knew no one would answer. She knew that she would probably never hear
her mother's voice again.