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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (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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