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Book 3

     (What have I done? This is 
all my fault. He has never left 
like that. What if he doesn't 
come back? What about Maya? 
Oh, shit! Maya!) I flew up 
throwing the chair behind me. I 
ran up the stairs, every step an 
obstacle to my beaten legs. 
     When I reached the top I 
was barely breathing, too much 
had been taken out of me. I 
captured my breath and 
shuffled to Maya's room. I 
gazed over her bed, but she 
wasn't there. 
     "Maya? Huney? It's okay," I 
coaxed. There was no 
response. I laid down on my 
stomach and lifted her pink 
quilt to look under her bed. All I 
saw was darkness. I was 
overcome by complete 
confusion and concern. Every 
time he had beaten me before, 
I had come to find her tucked 
under her bed, but she wasn't 
there. 
     "Maya?" I croaked. I lifted 
my self up and surveyed the 
room. Small slivers of light 
shone through the cracks in the 
blinds. The pale pink paint on 
the walls was chipping, 
revealing the old wooden 
planks that the wall was made 
of. The carpet was stained 
many different shades of brown 
and was littered by old stuffed 
animals. My eyes drifted to the 
white closet doors. (The 
closet!) I walked to the closet 
and pulled the doors open. 
     "Maya?" I said searching the 
darkness. 
     "Mommy?" she said 
crawling out of the corner of 
the closet. I collected her in a 
firm embrace, burying my face 
in her shoulder. Her dainty 
frame pressed against mine, 
her soft brown curls brushing 
up against my cheek. "Mommy? 
What's wrong? I heard the 
screaming," she placed her cool 
hands on my cheeks. I sat 
there in silence because i was 
too afraid of the answer. I don't 
know how, but it seemed as if 
my six year old daughter was 
always braver than me. 
     "Nothing baby. It's okay 
now. Daddy just got a little, 
umm, upset," I said grabbing 
her hands. 
     "Come on Mama, let's go," 
she stood, pulling me up by the 
wrists. I stood, acknowledging 
her suggestion.  She lead me 
out of her room and down the 
hallway. She stopped at the 
door to my room, calm as can 
be. "Daddy? Come on now. I 
know you're mad, you come 
out here and you two make 
up," she ordered knocking on 
the door. We stood there in 
silence, no response. I began to 
weep. She was unaware of 
what had happened just down 
the stairs. "Daddy, I'm coming 
in now," she turned the knob 
and pushed the door open. She 
walked in to see the empty 
space. "Mommy, where's 
daddy?" her eyes began to 
swell with tears. 

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