Jena
Twenty years ago
“Are you alright?” I hear the boy’s voice from earlier, he is looking over the wall that separates our backyards, the same wall I kicked my ball over earlier today, the same wall that is causing my mommy and daddy to scream at each other. I know daddy will soon lift his hands and he will hit mommy again, I know mommy will cry and tell me everything is alright as she tries to cover up her bruises. I don’t understand why daddy gets so angry. Why is it so terrible that I kicked my ball over the wall? Hopefully when I am all grown up, I will be able to stop him from hitting my mommy, I will be able to get her away from him and he will never hurt her again. Hopefully.
“Jena?” The boy asks again, pulling my attention back to him. I have never thought a boy could be prett
