(A/N: Anyone catch the very obvious symbolism on yesterday's page?)
Daddy is real mad- he won' even say nothin' ta me, jus' shakin' 'is head every time I say I sorry. I give up real fast, cause I ain't sorry an' begin ta walk away. That when daddy get real upset, yellin' and smackin' 'is 'and 'gainst my bottom.
"How could you embarrass me like that?" He yell, "Righ' in front a Lloyd an' Mista Andrews. An' you go out ridin', disappearin' fo' half the day?"
He find a stick an' hit my bottom with that. I don't say nor do nothin'- my eyes too dried out fo' tears an' my lips too used up fo' words. An' I like this side a daddy better than when 'e reward me. When he hate me like this- I gotta reason ta hate him back.
"Wha' was you thinkin'? Lloyd now don' wanna marry a lady who don' kno' 'er place an' is actin' crazy every time he see 'er. 'Is father is tryin' ta make it right- but that gonna be real hard ta do." His face is red, as he turns me to look at him. He scary righ' then an' there but I can't move. An' I got no where ta run. "An' stealin' my horse- goin' out on that path alls you own. You coulda been killed an' that wha' Corinne. An' then wha' would happen with Mista Andrews an' Lloyd. What was you thinkin'?"
I still don' say nothin'- my sorry's gone. He don't deserve none- he the reason why I left in the first place. Wha' about James? Why won't he even let me write 'em? He bein' unreasonable an' unfair.
"Well- ya answer me. Wha' was you thinkin'?"
I swallow my yells. I don't wanna be hit no mo' an' I don't want daddy ta yell no more. I done dealin' with 'em, as soon as he let go I jus' wanna run an' never, ever stop.
"I guess I wasn't."
"You guess?" I shakin' a bit, scared from the look in 'is eye. I don' like it when he act like this, I don't like it when he act all nice neither.
"No- I-I was wron' fo' runnin'. I sorry daddy."
He can tell I lyin', though I try all my might to make 'em think that I tellin' the truth. He can see through me.
"You better be." He slap me 'cross my face, pushin' me when I react. I down on the ground when he canter away, shoutin' back to me to go to the manor. I watch 'em an' I don't get up, cause I kno' when I do I won't be runnin'. I'll do exactly as he says.
Daddy is real mad- he won' even say nothin' ta me, jus' shakin' 'is head every time I say I sorry. I give up real fast, cause I ain't sorry an' begin ta walk away. That when daddy get real upset, yellin' and smackin' 'is 'and 'gainst my bottom.
"How could you embarrass me like that?" He yell, "Righ' in front a Lloyd an' Mista Andrews. An' you go out ridin', disappearin' fo' half the day?"
He find a stick an' hit my bottom with that. I don't say nor do nothin'- my eyes too dried out fo' tears an' my lips too used up fo' words. An' I like this side a daddy better than when 'e reward me. When he hate me like this- I gotta reason ta hate him back.
"Wha' was you thinkin'? Lloyd now don' wanna marry a lady who don' kno' 'er place an' is actin' crazy every time he see 'er. 'Is father is tryin' ta make it right- but that gonna be real hard ta do." His face is red, as he turns me to look at him. He scary righ' then an' there but I can't move. An' I got no where ta run. "An' stealin' my horse- goin' out on that path alls you own. You coulda been killed an' that wha' Corinne. An' then wha' would happen with Mista Andrews an' Lloyd. What was you thinkin'?"
I still don' say nothin'- my sorry's gone. He don't deserve none- he the reason why I left in the first place. Wha' about James? Why won't he even let me write 'em? He bein' unreasonable an' unfair.
"Well- ya answer me. Wha' was you thinkin'?"
I swallow my yells. I don't wanna be hit no mo' an' I don't want daddy ta yell no more. I done dealin' with 'em, as soon as he let go I jus' wanna run an' never, ever stop.
"I guess I wasn't."
"You guess?" I shakin' a bit, scared from the look in 'is eye. I don' like it when he act like this, I don't like it when he act all nice neither.
"No- I-I was wron' fo' runnin'. I sorry daddy."
He can tell I lyin', though I try all my might to make 'em think that I tellin' the truth. He can see through me.
"You better be." He slap me 'cross my face, pushin' me when I react. I down on the ground when he canter away, shoutin' back to me to go to the manor. I watch 'em an' I don't get up, cause I kno' when I do I won't be runnin'. I'll do exactly as he says.
