Friday, September 23, 2011
Back in the Fold
"Nooo Daddy." Sobs Jinxso as she flings her small body against the front seat of the station wagon.
Eyes locked on mine, Dad grips the steering wheel and ignores her. "Get. Out."
Shoving the car door, I step into the night, into six inches of slush and snow. Nostrils flaring, chin tucked, I vow to get even. I'll show him. I'll show them all. Dad's friend lives a block away. I can see light spilling from the cabin's front window.
He'll know how cruel my family is, when I stand on his porch, in the dark, in the snow, no jacket, no ...
"Daddy." Cries Jinxso and I flinch. Ice water squishes into my wool socks and I fight the need to whirl around and slug her again.
Sensing my father's hesitation, I'm impatient to move, before he changes his mind, before I get revenge. Only I have to wait for an oncoming car. Behind me, Mom's voice, warm and controlled, floats above the melee.
Tears flood my cheeks. They don't love me.
"Nooo Daddy," wails Jinxso, "she has no shoes."
In the next instant, a large hand clamps onto my shoulder and I'm herded back into the car. Mom slants a look in my direction. Beamer smirks, Brats eyes are wide and Jinxso's smile is watery.