Never Loved

I slept over at Jessica’s house. We skipped school. I was in Jessica’s room changing into my gym shirt when Mrs. Smith walked in. “Honey can you-“She stopped talking. I looked at her. Thank GOSH she had a son before! I thought. She looked at my arms and my back puzzled. “My word! Did you fall off a cliff?!” She asked. “Mom we need to talk,” Jessica said walking in the room. She motioned me to come along. I quickly put on my shirt. The whip marks hurt and the bruises hurt again. Jessica and her mom sat on her sofa. I sat in a recliner. I pushed the button and the leg rest flew up. The giggled at me. I smiled back. “Mom, Mark is being abused by his father. We hope that he isn’t looking for mark. Because if he finds Mark he will get killed,” Jessica said. I felt a tear fall from my eye. “We need to tell the police,” Mrs. Smith said dialing 911. The cops came and took away my dad for 20 years in prison. “Bye dad, I’ll never miss you,” I said to dad as he was put in the cop car.