Snippet #936960

Tansie smiled at him. Then when he was looking at her he must of been thinking When he asked if she was bothered by it she looked at him she was going to answer but he had seemed to pause then started again. She sighed. "Well of course it bothers me, But like I can do anything about it I came in this world as a girl and I hate baseball so I guess he has right to yell at me sometimes." She said looking away from him. Then the question he asked about if her father had hurt her. Then he said sorry. "No its fine I guess its what I get for telling no one anyways" She mummbled. Then she looked at him. "Well as far as him hurting me well its not a daily thing more of like every three days I guess but this month well its been every five days, Why do you think I always wore the long sleeves in the summer time?" She asked. She was about to cry about her father beating her. It did get to the point of that. She would argue back yelling at him and her father would get mad and slap or punch or kick and sometimes he would find an object...she stoped thinking about that for a moment thinking he didn't need to know that. When ever it happened her mother would be done visiting.