Part 4

The next day came and went....as did the next few.  My bruises started to clear up and the pain subsided. I went out with Herbie to go feed the animals. Not to mention, Herbie bought me my very own Shetland Pony.  I named him Spot, when he got bigger I was going to name him Tomato.  (Not knowing Shetland Ponies didn't get big) I would go out every day and brush his mane and tail.  I would ride him around, take him for walks, and sneak him some carrots.  Oh I love my new pony.
 It was going to be a great day.  My dad and my brothers Craig and Scott, Scott's wife and their new baby Tiffany were coming to see me.  I hurried and helped get the chores done, went in the house to help with house chores, and then jumped in the bath (oh how I hated baths)  I got all dressed so excited to see them, it had been a few months not to mention they would get to meet Spot.
I sat on the front porch which seemed like forever waiting for them.  But here they come.  My brother Craig rode his Harley down and the rest were in a car.  Craig took me for a ride, I didn't have a care in the world. I was so happy to be spending time with them.  My dad asked me how I liked living down there and if Patricia was taking care of me.  I got scared and felt my heart sink.  She gave me the "look" I knew that look oh to well, and didn't dare tell.  I didn't want her to hurt my dad.  I smiled and said yes.  They left that evening and it was time for bed. 
I woke up the next morning and helped with morning chores.  School started the next day.  I was so excited,  I had a pretty pink dress that I was going to wear on the first day. I got all my stuff ready and waited.  I took my night time bath early because Patricia (my cousin who was raising me) was going to do my hair.  I hated when she did my hair, I was so tender headed and she just yanked and pulled.  But Herbie was home, so maybe she wouldn't.  When I got out of the tub, Herbie had left to town.  I come out ready to have my hair done.  She pulled the top part up into a ponytail and it was so very tight.  It hurt, I tried not to cry cause I'm a big girl, my dad said so.  She then grabbed the underneath and started brushing and pulling it really hard I said, "ow" she pulled it into a tight braid.  I told her I didn't like my hair done that way.  I think I should of kept my mouth shut.  She grabbed my by my braid and lifted my up off the ground, slamming into the wall. She then ripped my nightgown off yelling at me, "you don't like anything do you, you lil brat." She grabbed the scissors and started putting little cuts into my back.  Was she cutting me?  Oh my gosh it hurt so bad I started screaming, blood was running down my back.  Just as she went to cut off my braid, Herbie walked in. She dropped me to the floor and kicked me.  He yelled at her telling her she was crazy.  He picked me up and cleaned me up and said, "you're a good kid Little Moe." as he hugged me.
My dad had called while I was in getting cleaned up but I couldn't talk to him, she told him I was in bed.  No I wasn't, I'm right here.  I wanted to tell him. She told me if I did, it would be the last thing I said.  What does that mean?