To Write Love on His Arms

I sighed and titled my head back as the hot water rained down onto my body from the shower head. The water was hot, but not hot enough to hurt me, maybe irritate my skin but I didn't mind. I loved hot showers, not when I was a child but during my preteen years I learned to love and crave them. I loved how the water temperature loosened and relaxed the muscles in my body. The only down side to taking hot showers is fiddling with the water handles to find the right hot temperature.

Sometimes I'd spend a whole shower fiddling with the handles making it, burning hot to chillingly cold then adjusting it to warm. It annoyed the crap out of me but I loved when it was just the perfect hotness. This perfect hotness. I had already washed my hair and cleansed my body so now I was just standing here, enjoying the water.

I remember Isaiah hated when I use to this, I'd end up using all the hot water, then he'd get angry.....

"Damn it Atticus! AGAIN!? Really? Fucking seriously!" I heard the familiar black haired boy yell. I cringed and sank into the wooden chair I was sitting in. I heard his footsteps come down the stairs, I closed my eyes and braced myself for what ever would come.

What happened next seemed to roll by in slow motion. I felt Isaiah's hand grab my short hair and yank my head back, I got a glimpse of his angry face with water dripping down his forehead from his we hair. His face was bright red and his nostrils flared.

Isaiah then pushed my head foreword, making my face smash into the wooden kitchen table and earning a crack from my nose. I yelped, my hands flying to my injury but not quick enough to cover my face and prevent him from pulling my head back and slamming it back into the wood, making my chin hit it first and snap to my top teeth with my bottom lip in between.

I hissed and whimpered. Isaiah growled and pulled me up then pushed me roughly onto the tile kitchen floor. "Stupid piece of shit. You damn pig! You think fucking water is free? To hell it isn't at all! Wasting my damn fucking money." He growled then stomped away, leaving me there on the floor.

I whimpered and touched my bottom lip. I reached forward and turn the water off, no longer feeling like relaxing anymore. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off quickly then walked into my room. I headed to the closet and yanked on some boxers and sweats, I'd just be staying here anyway.

Lyn barked and licked my feet, trying to get my attention. I smiled a bit and stared down at her. She had a piece of cloth in her mouth, then she set it down on the floor. I reached down and picked it up, realizing it was really a t-shirt. I shrugged and pulled it on, it being a little big but I didn't really care much.

Lyn's one sneaky puppy.........it was really one of June's shirts.