Silent.

Animosity

The young girl cried, as her mother had just

slapped her in her face. She was only 9 years

old.  She hadn't understood why her mother had

hit her while she was just excited to play in her

soccer game. "Don't roll your eyes at me Ava."

Her mother screamed at her. "I didn't, I swear!"

The girl pleaded and flinched as her mother

whipped around the front seat to look at her.

"You're always so ungrateful for what I do for

you. I woke up at 10 in the morning to take you

to this silly soccer game. You should appreciate

me!" The girl cried in the backseat, her older

sister had sat there quietly looking out the

window. She had already known how this would

  play out, her younger sibling would do anything

and her mother would slap her in the mouth.

She had wished to help but she was only a year

older and she didn't want to get hurt either. The

younger sibling stopped crying but was still

visibly upset. The two girls exited the car while

their mother had stayed in the barely working air

conditioned car until the game was over. The

girls had lost and the youngest had already

forgot about the incident this morning, she was

just excited to play her favorite sport. The girls

went home to their dirty house, as their mother

refused to clean, as well as would not work,

living off the government. The girls didn't want to

clean their room as their mother kept taking

donations of toys to try and make the girls happy.

Their room was a wreck, having slept on a

wooden bunk bed with cheap 50 dollar spring

mattresses their whole life, they felt comfy when

laying down for bed. In the morning the kids

were playing peacefully but loudly in their room,

when they were disrupted by their mom's angry

footsteps. "Clean up this mess right now!" The

mom screamed as her two kids' moods

drastically shifted. "But mom we're still playing."

The younger of the two girls calmly responded.

The mother got angry and stormed out of the

room. An hour later the girl's uncle appeared

screaming at the girls, threatening to spank them

if they didn't start cleaning. The two girls were

saddened, the youngest being targeted more.

The mean uncle picked up the girl and bent her

over his knee. He pulled her pants down, and

started hitting her butt over and over again, as

the 9 year old cried and screamed. After a couple

minutes the youngest was let go and she

immediately ran to her older sister for comfort.

The two adults left the girls, as they finally

stopped wanting to play, and picked up the

scattered toys. This was their childhood, with the

youngest being targeted more, for simply looking

like her deadbeat, druggie father, with her tan

skin, underweight body, hazel eyes, and dark hair

whereas the oldest looks like their mother,

pale, overweight, blue eyes, and dirty blonde

hair. The animosity the mother held against the

small younger girl, was noticeable.