*Nikki Night
It's Wednesday and I am exhausted. No, I haven't been to school but, surprisingly, my bruises are healing faster than normal.
Well, after I finished cleaning the house on Monday, Father came home at night and gave me a list of dumb chores to do.
So on Tuesday, yesterday, I spent my day painting our dog house yellow even though the dog died when I was seven. Then, I had to paint our white stairs green with purple dots. Today, I have to do laundry and paint the basement black and white stripes.
By the way, I had to pay for all the paint.
I sigh as I start painting the third wall of the basement.
Around 3:30 p.m, I hear P.J come home.
His footsteps coming closer to me. I turn just as he walks down the stairs.
"Nikki, we need to talk."
I follow P.J to his room and sit on
