Inside The Mind

Chapter 2

ANNABELLE

"Get down here right now"! I lay in my bed listening to my mom call for me. Did I want to get out of bed?

NOPE.

"I mean it, get your ass down here now". I push the blankets off of me and struggle to let my feet touch the cold wooden floor. "You stupid little bitch". The Voice was no longer down the stairs, but coming right to my door.  I stare at the door, there was no point in hiding it's worse when I hide; and she always finds me regardless.

"I'm coming". I state it blankly as my mom walked through the door. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, she's going to work. She looked like she had barely any sleep, I'm sure she didn't get any sleep she had another "friend" over.

"Where you meet this one"? I knew as soon as the words left my mouth it wasn't exactly a good idea.

"Is it Okay to talk back to me like that"? I shake my head, no words came out of my mouth they were stuck. "I didn't think So, get your ass up and clean the kitchen. And be quiet he's sleeping and I'm late for work". My mother turned on her heels and left the room walking briskly to the bathroom. I sat on the bed, refusing to move.  Why? I laid back in the bed stretching every which way.

"Are you still laying there"?! The shrill shriek in my mother's Voice woke me with a jolt. I had fallen asleep again, that was fast; I was So tired I wanted to sleep. I felt her hand slap me across the face within seconds. "I told you to move it. Clean"! I stand now pulling on clothes and my slippers moving slowly to the kitchen.

"Bye". I mumble as my mom left slamming the door with anger and force. I begin washing the dishes feeling the hot water hit my hands, wishing for once she'll understand.

"Well you must be Holly's daughter". I turn quickly dropping the glass I was washing back into the sink, luckily not breaking it. "You're very pretty". His hair was dark, his eyes just as dark and evil. Standing nearly 6'1 with a strong build he towered over my meek and weak body.  "My name is Howard, how old are you Anna"? He inched closer making my Voice catch in my throat.

"Twelve".

"You're very beautiful has anyone ever tell you that"? Yes, many people have complimented me on my olive colored skin, my bright green eyes and my long hair. But only the nasty ones tell me I'm beautiful. But I wasn't going to humor him with a reply So I stood there looking for a way past him.

He grinned and licked his lips at me as I began to back away from him ready to run.  "But I've got to get ready to leave. I'm going to my room. It was a pleasure meeting you sir". I just knew if I made it to my room I could lock the door and hide out until my mom got back from work. I slowly inched past him not meeting his eyes, refusing to do it.

"Now Anna I don't want you to leave". He was behind me as I stepped towards the steps that led to my room, my refuge. Grabbing my shoulders he spun me around to meet his gaze, "Now Now don't be afraid". I shake my head tears stinging the corners of my eyes threatening to fall.

"I really want to leave sir". His grip tightened as I tried to back away.

"I just want to play a game".

Once the words left his lips the tears started and fell with no immediate end.  When my dad left my mom when I was 7 my mom started her little late nights out and has brought home more men then I can count. When I was 10 the first one to play a game with me, Lewis came over. He made me hold his erect member in my hand, he would tell me to "shake his hand". I can remember how his toes curled and he kept moaning my name. I was only 10 it made me feel confused, and not right at all. I cried the whole time.

Lewis came back with new games each time, when I told my mom she beat me and called me demeaning names. A liar and a little slut; she even spit in my face and beat me. But Lewis never came back she just found another man.

Now James was next on the game list, his games were just like the ones before but different. His consisted of touching and kissing and licking from him and myself. I tried to fight them all but it never worked. And each time I told my mother about these men she would hit me, kick me, spit on me and call me vicious names. But she'll kick each of them out and move on to another. It was like she knew what I was saying was the truth, why she sent them away and moved onto another boy toy. But in the same sense she didn't want to believe me, why she would beat me and call me a liar.

"You thinking about how much fun out game is going to be"? I snap back to the reality that was in front of me. Those men couldn't hurt me anymore, they weren't here. But Howard was.

"I don't want to play". I whimper my reply and began to pull away from him.

"NO! You're supposed to want to play". His Voice was angry and I could see in his face, he wasn't happy with me. I wasn't cooperating like he wanted, like he imagined. "Anna you're breaking my heart". It was all I could take, he called me that name to many times.

"Stop calling me Anna"! I couldn't let this monster call me the name my father called me as he tucked me in and read me bed time stories, If my daddy was here I wouldn't be scared.  "And I don't want to play any nasty games with you just leave me be". I don't know where the Voice and attitude came from but I expressed myself as a strong young lady but I did. I felt proud of myself, but Howard didn't like it.

"Well since you don't want to play I'll play by myself". Before I could let what he said register he picked me up in one swift motion carrying my kicking body to the couch, once there he dropped me hard.  I scrambled to the floor trying to hide but he grabbed my legs dragging me towards his body with a sinful smile.

"Please, please don't". It was all I could manage to get out before he held his hand to my mouth.