“Ruby Fall.” I snapped my head up. That was my name. Ruby Charlotta Fall.
I giggled. Fall. Like a waterfall. I loved waterfalls.
“Get up you stupid girl.” My dad whispered in my ear. He squeezed my arm and I shot up. I walked towards the man with the white lab coat. He looked like a mad scientist with his messy charcoal hair and thick-rimmed glasses.
“Hello, Ruby. My name is Dr. Charles Picnic. Dr. Wells is sick today with that nasty stomach bug that’s been going around for some time. I’m her fill-in. Please, step into my office.”
I put my foot in the sterile room. It was cold. It made me feel like I was trapped in a giant ice cube. I was in a giant ice cube. I removed my foot and shook my head.
Dr. Picnic stared at me.
“What’s the matter?” He asked me, annoyed.
I shrugged and pointed to the thermometer. He turned to it and sighed.
“Cold.” I said. “Ice cube cold.”
“Sorry kiddo. I have to keep it that way so the room remains sterile. Colder temperature actually freezes the germs.” He looked at Daddy.
“Er, how about you show her it’s safe. It could help calm her down a bit.” Dad glared at me.
“I could care less about her well being.” I crossed my arms and made my ‘meany face’. Mommy always said not to use my meany face because it showed people I was mad at them and that made them mad.
“Well... Sir... she’s...” He leaned in closer to Daddy. “Retarded.” He whispered. Daddy laughed.
“You don’t have to hide it from her. It’s what she is. Retarded. Whispering it ain’t gonna change the fact that she’s smart as a stupid fish.” He poked me with his long bony finger. “Go inside that office, now! If I’m lucky, maybe you won’t come out.” He laughed again.
Dr. Picnic put his hands on his hips.
“N-Now sir! That is no way to treat a little girl! Is this how you always treat her?” Daddy crossed his arms.
“Darn right it is.” He leaned in closer. “I don’t cuss around little kids. I mean, I’m not a bad person, after all.” Dr. Picnic muttered something under his breath.
“Well, we’ll have a little talk with child services today, won’t we?” Daddy glared at him.
“Are you trying to take my daughter away from me?” His face turned bright red like a ripe tomato.
I smiled. I remember the field trip I went on in third grade to a farm and we picked juicy tomatoes that we ate for lunch. It was yummy!
Daddy turned to me and yanked my hair.
“What’re you smiling about, Stupid?” He yelled. Dr. Picnic gasped and moved Daddy away from me. He turned to the lady that sat behind the big desk in the front.
“Gertrude, call child services! I want this man removed from the premises.” Daddy glared at me and put his best faky smile at Dr. Picnic.
“That’s really unnecessary. I’ll escort myself out. Come on, Ruby.” He said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it until it turned a purple as a grape.
I screamed and kicked Daddy. But he didn’t like that. He got all mad at me and squeezed my hand so hard I thought I might’ve fainted. Dr. Picnic and Gertrude helped me get free from Daddy and Gertrude called the police men. They came five minutes later and took Daddy away.
But it wasn’t the first time that’s happened. It always happens. And somehow, he always comes back.
I’m not saying that I don’t like Daddy. Mommy said that I should love everyone. So I have to love Daddy. Because Mommy said so. But if I had a choice, I would still love him. Because he’s my Daddy.
And I know deep down, he loves me. That’s what Mommy says. He just has a hard way of saying it. Some people have a hard way of saying what they mean. Like me.
I wanna tell Daddy I love him, but it comes out as babbles like a baby.
I don’t know what retarded means, but if Daddy says I am, then I am. He was right when he said I’m not normal, and he was right when he said Mommy is going to die.
Daddy’s always right.

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