"Shh. Shh. You gotta be quite. If Daddy comes home and finds you like this, he'll get me," Hallee warned her three-year-old son, Santana.
It was their routine. She would warn him, he wouldn't listen, and she would pay the price. She began to cry at her son's defiance. Was he secretly plotting against her? Did he do this purposely? Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the front door open and slam shut.
"Hallee! How many fucking times do we have to go through this? Are you retarded?" he screamed once he entered Santana's bedroom.
"I'm so sorry Jeremy. I think he's sick or something. I was going to take him by his doctor's but you had the car and I didn't want to call you while you were at work. I know how much you hate that," she tried to reason.
She tried her best, but the weak attempt didn't pay off.
"Put him down," he commanded.
Hallee did as she was told, and she immediately threw her hands up to protect her face, and flinched. She did her best to shield herself from the series of blows she knew were coming. She had almost become immune to the beatings. Almost. He would beat her until she was trance-like. If she tried to hold it in, he would yell at her about trying to act tough and beat her even more. If she cried, he'd beat her harder and tell her to shut up.
"Stupid bitch! I told you, didn't I? Didn't I tell you? Answer me, Goddamnit!"
"Yes! You told me! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" she cried out.
"Shut up! I told you to keep him quiet, didn't I? I can hear him screaming all the way outside. You're the worst mother ever. I ask you to do one thing. One simple thing. Take care of the kid and the house, and you can't do that? CLEAN THIS SHIT UP!" he yelled before tossing her onto the floor.
Hallee lied on the floor crying until she heard the front door slam shut. This was only round one. This was part of the routine. He would leave after beating her to get together with his friends and colleagues. He would come back home either angry, drunk, or horny. Sometimes all of them. She didn't know which was worse. Neither turned out too pleasant for her. She would be left either used or abused. Most of the time both. Hallee got up and cleaned up her face. She was used to fixing bags of ice to soothe the swellings to the parts of her that grew victim to that man. At least he never hit their son. Better her than him.
WTF is this waste of time piece of poop or this? This book is long out errors short on substance. Why in the ever loving feck didn't you just name the fecking father? Dumb does not describe this book, stupid does. You should try again and really write a book.
If you were in an abusive relationship you might not want to read this! It's a good book. Don't get me wrong! But it will definitely trigger you, especially if you aren't completely over your trauma! I really enjoyed this book. I'd recommend it.
I feel like this book has potential. It just a lot was left out. Who was the child father? What happened with Jeremy? I feel like maybe this is this author first book.