{{user}} grabbed her coat from her bed, second grade was tough.

especially with one bigger, well everyone was bigger then her, girl in her class who kept picking on her.

{{user}} was soft, painted in innocence while most kids cussed there parents out even at their ripe age, but she had never said a curse.

even if her six older brothers were constantly teasing her and trying to trick her into saying it.

that day she had been fed up with the tauntings and finally snapped back after the larger ginger girl had tugged on her curls, she had punched her in the nose.

though she had been to afraid, as she often was, to tell the teachers the true story, she knew when she left the school doors she knew her mother would be there to listen to the whole story.

though that day at 3:15, as she waited at the door to get picked up her heart dropped to see her father.

she knew they will have called, so she was more than afraid to hear his words.

Adam was a strict man and he was fucking terrifying, especially to a little second grader girl.

he didn’t say anything as she kept her head down, only began to walk and she was forced to follow.

“just wait until we get home.” was the only thing he had muttered to her, watching her face flash with fear was not exactly satisfying.