Chapter 6
For two hours she sat there, getting more and more anxious. As the minutes ticked by,
she began to have second thoughts, but before she could change her mind, he came
home.
The look on his face as he walked in was her first indication that her
plan wasn't going to go well. When Tom was in a bad mood, he seemed to have more
energy and was more accurate with his blows.
"What the hell are you doing in
my chair?" he demanded, slamming the door behind him.
Litt didn't look up
from the TV. "I don't see your name on it," she replied smarty.
At this
comment he immediately dropped his stuff on the floor and stomped towards her. Once
he was close enough, Litt clutched the bat in her hands and leapt out of the seat. Before
he could react, she smacked him over the head with it, and he collapsed to the floor,
unconscious.
Her victory was short lived, however, when her mother walked
in. She stopped short in the doorway, eyes narrowed. "You little bitch!" she shrieked.
"What the hell did you DO?!"
A small smiled appeared on Litt's face, and she
held up the bat. "It was time to give the old man some of his own medicine," she spoke
triumphantly.
The shock wore off, and her mother stormed out of the room
into the kitchen. Yikes, Litt thought. A room of so many weapons...This could be bad.
But after fifteen minutes, she let her guard down and turned her back on the
doorway. She looked down at her father and a warm sensation blazed through her body.
It felt so good to have been able to do something like that to him. She had never been
able to do it before, either because she wasn't given the opportunity or she didn't have the
guts. But the great feeling that was pulsing through her fled suddenly, replaced by a sharp
pain in her back. Litt whirled around, winded, to come face to face with her mother, and
a heavy frying pan.
"Oh shit..." Litt muttered under her breath.
"You got that right," she growled, and then beat her on the shoulder with her weapon.
Before Litt could retaliate with her bat, her mother swung hard and got a direct hit on the
side of her head.
It seemed to go in slow motion, and Litt saw it coming, but
hadn't been given the time to move out of the way. She fell back, but succombed to
darkness before she hit the floor.
Hours later...
Litt's eyelids fluttered
open. Looking around, she recognized the stale appearance of a hospital room, and the
relieved face of Mike looking down at her.
"Litt," he spoke softly. "Why didn't
you tell me?" His eyes were sympathetic, and Litt broke eye contact.
"Just
because," she managed to croak out. The massive pain in her head and shoulder, not to
mention her older wounds, prevented her from attempting to make any movement. It
made her head pound even harder when she spoke.
He sighed and brushed
some hair out of her face. "Well, everything makes sense now..."
She chuckled
slightly, then winced. "What are you going to do with me?" she mumbled.
"You're being adopted. I've personally picked out a family for you...they're close friends
of mine."
"Oh really? Where do they live?" the words were barely audible.
"Kentucky."
Her eyes went wide at the response, but before she
could respond, the pain overtook her once again, and she blacked out.
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