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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 6:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 2:14 pm
 Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi was just sitting around, bored. Her dad wasn't home yet, so she didn't need to make dinner. It was a weekend, but that didn't stop her parents from working, her sister joining them. Amber and her mother were nuetral, they didn't really care what happened. Ever. They just stood around through everything, the good and the bad, letting life pass them by with nothing to live for in the first place. Naomi didn't want the rest of her life to be ranching, working with animals. She did love animals though, on the other hand. They didn't judge her.
She was so used to people judging, people yelling at her and saying things to hurt. Or her father, at least. She had many friends, but no one too close. She was a bit distant, but bubbly and fun at the same time. She was funny, but a locked door. A walking contradiction. She wore her heart on her sleeve and told people how she felt, listened to them, loved them, and at the same time was really just scared and innocent. A hard person to figure out, all in all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 2:44 pm
It had been a hard Sunday, Philip was in a raging mood. He went home to find Naomi sitting around, thinking. She'd probably just finished her schoolwork. So that was an excuse to just laze around when there was work to be done? So just busted his butt working to put food on the table, her mother and sister were putting the cattle away, and she was doing nothing!?
He exploded.
"HOW DARE YOU SIT THERE, WITH THE CLOTHES I WORKED TO PUT ON YOUR BACK, DOING NOTHING?" He burst out savagely. She jumped, apparently not even hearing him walk into the house, off in her dream-world. That only pissed him off more to think of that.
He walked up to her and slapped her in the face, then grabbing the scruff of her neck so her face was right below his snarling one.
"You're a pathetic excuse for a daughter. At least Amber worked really hard for her grades. I notice you aren't doing as well as she is. Maybe if you got up and tried, you'd be doing as good as she is. But no, you have no ambition!" He flung her tiny body onto the coffee table, furious, and gripping one of her thin arms with his thick fist. There was already a bruise there from the last time he did this.
"Now go out there, do some work, and get back here later tonight when you've LEARNED something!" He kicked her out the door grumbling about 'useless people' and 'leeches'. Then he sat on the couch himself and helped himself to whatever was in the fridge after a long day.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 3:02 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi gave a start when her dad ran in and looked down when he started yelling. He slapped her and she gave a small cry, his rough hands made her cheek swell up. She closed her eyes and held her hands over her face, just her eyes peeking out as he gripped her tightly, comparing her to Amber.
Then before she knew what was happening, he'd tossed her like a sack of potatoes on the coffee table. She had a glass of water there, she'd been thirsty, and it shattered beneath her, glass shards digging into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry! So sorry!" She cried, turning her face to look at him. He kicked her hard in the rear and she fell flat on her swollen cheek, her shouler bleeding.
"I will! I will! Okay!" She yelled over his voice, landing hard on the rocky doorstep, rubbing her arm that he'd bruised. She frowned and looked all around her. Fields and ranches all around. Ohkay, time to learn something. She stood up a bit and winced. She decided to go to the ranches, maybe someone would be there to teach her something. As she walked, she picked the glass out of her shoulder, digging her nails into the cuts it made.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:54 pm
Philip sat around, when Amber and his wife, Carol got home. He smiled and waved at them, and they went out back to get some stuff done. Amber doing schoolwork, studying hard as usual, and his wife reading a book, while he watched the television. After about ten minutes, Naomi barged in. He didn't smile or wave at her. Before she could open her mouth, he pointed accusingly at her, then at the glass she'd shattered.
"Clean it up. Now." He growled. "You broke it before you left."
She nodded breathlessly and he scowled. He hated that she was just so sickeningly obedient. She just did whatever the heck he asked, and even though he wanted her to, he wanted her to put up somewhat of a fight now and again. After all, he picked on her because he was looking for a fight in the first place! He didn't know how to 'talk' about a bad day, he just took it out on other people. And by other people, he meant Naomi.
"Now what did you learn? Anything useful? If you didn't, then just get the..." But she interrupted him to speak. "ExCUSE me!?" He roared, voice booming throughout the house. "Don't you care interrupt me! You have no manners at all! Now go make the dinner, learn responsibility for once!" He thundered, face red with anger and his hand in a threatening, shaking fist.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 4:08 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi ran in breathless from running. She saw Amber and mom in the room next door and was about to go set up for dinner when her dad told her to clean up the glass shards. She grabbed a dustpan and brush and dumped them in the trash, then smiled when he asked what she learned.
"I learned on the ranch that cats..." But she stopped there, not realizing he had been talking.
"Okay." She said in a small voice.
She quietly walked over to the silverware and set the table. They didn't have much food in the house, so she wasn't sure what to make.
"Is pasta okay?" She asked quietly. He didn't answer her. I'll take that as a yes, then." She thought, not daring to say it out loud.
It took about 15 minutes for the pasta to be ready, she was nervous and kept holding her shoulder, which had finally stopped bleeding, but which was aching. At one point, when she was straining the pasta, she slopped some of the hot water on the floor. She hastened to wipe it up, but her father had noticed. He told her off as she dried the floor.
"Don't get water all over my floors!" He had shouted. "I worked hard for that, to keep them clean and shining, how about I get water all over the hair YOU work so hard to keep nice, then? How about YOU get the water all over yourself?"
And he grabbed her by her long brown hair and dumped her head under the sink and turned it on. Water gushed into her nose and she spluttered, trying to push herself out, her eyes staring blankly into the drain, the back of her neck soaked and water dripping down her back. When he released her, she rubbed the water out of her eyes and started making the sauce for the pasta. When she finished, they all ate together in silence except for a steady drip, drip, drip, from her now soaking hair. She dried it off when they were done eating and went to bed early, sitting in her room, thinking about all the things she had learned about cats.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 4:41 pm
(((NAME CHANGE FROM PHILIP TO PETER. Sorry, apparently it sounded too 'similar' to someone we know in real life. Me and Lil's parents are extreme worry warts in real life.)))
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:36 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi woke up late at night from the pain in her shoulder. She had rolled over on it, and it stung badly. The bruise was only painful if she touched it, or if her dad gripped it like he tended to. Her cheek wasn't swollen anymore. She got up to go get a drink of water, walking ginergly. But no luck. Amber was awake, and saw Naomi when she walked downstairs.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Naomi asked curiously. Then she saw the book in Amber's lap.
"I, unlike you, am studying. Because I, unlike you, want to do well in our buisness, want to be successfull."
"I want to be successful!" Naomi said indignantly.
"Obviously not." Amber sneered. "You're pathetic. Now go upstairs before I yell for dad. Wasn't too happy with you slacking off earlier, was he?"
"But I-" Naomi was about to say she finished her schoolwork, but Amber shrieked:
"DAAAD, NAOMI'S UP PAST CURFEW AGAIN!"
Naomi's eyes widened. Crap. She jumped a bit when she heard her dad's footstep's thundering down the stairs. She glared at Amber, who shrugged and smiled, then mouthed; 'For your own good.'
Naomi flinched as he raised his fist above her. Oh, she was in for it now...
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:42 pm
His shouts were enough to wake the whole district.
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING UP?" He yelled, shaking his fist at her. He started a long yelling lecture, Amber watching with a smirk. He grabbed the forearm he was accustomed to shaking whenever Naomi didn't listen, and he flung her onto the couch, still keeping a firm grip on her forearm. He screamed about her being useless, and didn't slap her, but picked up Amber's book. He brought the heavy, thick instructional, hard-cover book down on the top of her head with all his strength, sending her face-first into the coffee table. He was beyond all reason. Then he picked her up by the clothes on her neck and flung her out the door. It was midnight.
"IF YOU LIKE BEING UP SO EARLY, THEN YOU MILK THE COWS, YOU TEND TO THEM. IN THE MEANTIME, YOU AREN'T WAKING ME UP AGAIN. NOW STAY OUT!"
He slammed the door behind her and stormed up back to bed, falling asleep with loud snores.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:51 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi cried out when the book hit her and her eyes welled up and got blurry as she hit the coffee table. Her nose was mercifully unbroken, but she was so dizzy... When he threw her out, she wasn't suprised. He'd done that before. And she'd done the chores before, so that wasn't a big deal. The sore on her head, the egg on herr head was just a huge, throbbing lump, and her cheeks were swollen again from when she hit the cofee table. Her tooth had cut into her lip and it was bleeding slightly. The bruise on her forearm was worse than ever, it wasn't black and blue but red and purple now. It was pulsing strangely and painfully, and because it was so close to her elbow, she didn't dare bend that arm. So now it was a bruise, a shoulder, her cheeks, and her head.
Well, there was no point in throwing a pity party. She stood up, felt woozy, then sat right back down. She nursed her lip a bit, patting it a bit, and it stopped bleeding fairly quickly. She was used to this. She'd be allowed back in in the morning. As long as she did what he asked, and didn't stray, no one would get hurt. She shouldn't have woken him up...that glass of water wasn't worth this. It looked like she was waiting for someone on the front steps, except that she was in her pajamas and staring pointlessly at the moon.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 11:39 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi blushed when he indirectly called her pretty. Pretty? Her? Amber was always the perfect girl...she was nothing compared to her. But before she knew it, he was offering a ride. Well, why not?
"I'd love a ride, thanks!" She said. She stowed the coins in her pocket and checked real quick to be sure she didn't leave anything behind, then took Weston's hand got onto the horse behind him. She put her arms around his waist and her brown hair flew out behind her, dark ringlets shining in the setting sun. She slid off Sabor when they reached her house not much later and pushed her hair behind her ear, smiling and looking at the ground a bit. She walked with him to the door and just got the words:
"Thanks for the..." Before the door was wrenched open. Her father stood there, red-faced, staring right at her in a way that seemed to tell her from just a glance that she was in very big trouble. He grabbed her forearm, the one that was bruised that he always grabbed, and muttered the words; "get inside, now.' before the door slammed shut again. Her heart was racing. Weston would know...he would piece it together from the moment her dad had grabbed her arm where that bruise came from. She had to do something, she couldn't just sit back and take it, not with Weston about to ride away with a bad impression...she wanted her father to be happy with her, just to love her.
"Dad, please, just listen, look." She held out a hand with 5 gleaming coins in it. "I made a sale! I sold two dozen eggs, and I got something for them...see! I can work, too! I can help...aren't...aren't you proud?"
Something in his eyes told her that no, in fact, he wasn't very proud at all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 11:51 pm
Peter's face was a deep, angry red. "You DARED to sell OUR eggs!" He said, volume rising. He didn't a damn that there was some boy outside, let him hear for all Peter cared.
"Your mother and sister are out working late tonight. They work hard for our food, for our water, for your clothes. And you little ungrateful BRAT would just go behind my back like that!?"
He grabbed the scruff of her neck and pulled her face closer to his. The 5 coins fell from her hand onto the coffee table as she reached both hands to her neck, trying to force his fist off.
"Two dozen eggs you say?" He whispered maliciously. Her eyes widened and the understanding passed between them. She struggled a bit more, kicking and flailing, but not screaming. No doubt, she didn't want to attract any attention, getting that boy involved would only make matters worse for herself.
Peter lost his temper, as he always did. He never really had a temper at all, he'd lost it so long ago. He slapped her right cheek. Then her left cheek. Then her right cheek. Then her left cheek....
This continued on and on and on. He let each slap echo throughout the room, his large, rough hands bruising her face. His hands were so large compared to her face that a couple times he caught both the cheek and the eye. 12 slaps per cheek, two dozen total. When he had finished he held both her forearms with a death grip.
"Tell anyone, and I swear..." He drew his finger across his throat like a knife, then shoved her away from him. She stumbled and hit the coffee table, fell backwards onto it and it tipped over with a rumbling crash and a screech. "CLEAN IT UP, THEN MAKE DINNER BEFORE YOUR MUM GETS HOME." Peter shouted, heading upstairs to his study, leaving his daughter in a crumpled heap.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:03 am
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Noami's eyes widened and she understood. She winced before it even started.
Naomi's cheeks were too swollen for her to cry out. On the third slap, her teeth cut into her cheek. On the fifth or so, blood started leaking from the side of her mouth. Each slap he let ring out like a shot gun, and each slap was more and more painful. Blood leaked out both side of her mouth now. She lost count. But she knew there'd be two dozen in the end. She could feel the skin on the inside of her cheek ripping open, her teeth practically impailing her cheek. When it was over, she was as limp as a rag doll. She watched through hazed eyes when he told her what he'd do if she told. As he said it, she felt faint.
She tried to stay balanced, but her cheeks were so swollen that her eyes were blurry. They'd be purple in the morning...too noticeable...she might need to skip school...or wear pounds of makeup...woah!
She fell over with a crash that shook the roof and she let out a piercing, blood-curdling shriek as she fell, it felt like she was falling off a cliff until the back of her head thumped on the floor. She lay quite still for a few moments, her head thundering. But that wasn't the only thing thundering...someone was hammering at the door. It had been locked...she lifted her trembling hands and gingerly felt her face. She couldn't wince, smile, do anything. They were as swollen as if they were chipmunk cheeks, full of food, like someone had put two golf balls in either one of her cheeks. her eyes were bloodshot from tears of pain, and her father's fingers hitting her eye seeing as how large his hands were.
Apparently, Peter, too lazy to get up or listen, hadn't noticed the door hammering all this time and the shouts from the other side. She got to her feet and staggered towards it. She tried to ask, who is it, but all that came out of her mouth was a stream of blood from her cheeks.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 8:49 pm
 ◀ █████━█████━█████━█████━█████ ♞ █████━█████━█████━█████━█████ ▶Weston didn't understand how things could change so dramatically. One moment, they were happy and having a good time but the moment they reached her door things started coming together. Her father pulled her inside rather roughly and then began to scream at her. Weston couldn't move for some reason, he felt horrible for still standing there and hearing what was going ton but the things he heard next almost caused his heart to stop.
Slapping, the only way he could tell was the distinct way sound that it made when it his skin. It went on for what seemed forever and then everything went silent. Weston didn't want to stand around, he felt like he had to do something. Just as he was about to knock on the door he heard a loud shriek come from the house and then a loud thud. This set off Weston so much that he began to hammer on the door in a panic. His heart pounding faster than his fists against the door. ❝Naomi! It's Weston! Are you alright?!❞ Weston yelled in desperate concerned and panicked voice.◀ █████━█████━█████━█████━█████ ♞ █████━█████━█████━█████━█████ ▶Out. Of. Clues. : : Clothes
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 9:05 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi heard the voice on the other side now as she approached the door and almost smiled. What really happened was a bit of blood just dripping from the corners of her mouth instead, but she was so grateful...he's stayed, He was here, maybe he could just take the horse with her and they could ride far away...then the image of her father, him running his finger across his neck, flashed through her mind. She shivered.
"Just a minute!" She called to him in a gurgling, strained voice. She tried to sound as casual as possible.
In that minute she darted to the bathroom, wiped the blood out of her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could and let it spill into the sink, she grabbed her powder and dumped heaps of it on her face, covering the bruises. When she looked in the mirror, the only difference was how swollen her face was, and that she looked very rosy. The red raw-purple skin underneath was obscured under the layers of powder and could now be mistaken for a deep blush. She turned the coffee table right side up again, and took deep breaths through her nose. She felt a bit woozy and she swayed towards the door. She opened it and said:
"Hi, Weston! Sorry about that...I was pounding the meat for dinner when I tripped..." She said, making up the story quick in her head. She couldn't bear the tell him the truth, she didn't want her dad to know she'd told...she didn't want people to make a fuss about it. Her dad was probably right, she shouldn't have sold those eggs. She'd learned to accept this by now, so she just felt guilty for accepting pity. She swallowed the blood that had been filling her mouth.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied through bloody teeth. Dad was bound to tell mom where the dozen eggs went...mom wasn't usually violent, but dread ran through her mind wondering what taunts Amber could possibly have in store for her...
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