I’m stuck in my mind again something I hate all my memories turn into nightmares and I toss and turn I’m my bed…
I’m running, running from him but he won’t stop chasing me. I’m so scared of what he’ll do if he catches me I just keep running but I’m so tired I can’t run forever I’ll have to stop I have space on him but he is fast I can’t stop long I glance around for a place to hide. There, there is a cubby hole under a tree hell never find me there. I run over to it and crawl into the cubby hole. I hear his footsteps he is tracking me as if I’m an animal what do I do? What can I do? I hear him call my name “Layla, Layla wear are you? Honey, I know you’re here come out please. Let’s talk about this.” Then it happened he found me! He barreled into the cubby hole where I was hiding. “I told you I’d find you, and hiding only made this worse on you. We’re going to do this now, and if you struggle or cry out I’ll hurt you again. Got it?” I’m too scared to answer I have no words all I can think is he is going to hurt me, rape me, kill me…
He pulled on the strap of my dress and it snapped like nothing, I’m crying the hot tears running down my cheeks. I don’t dare make a sound for I’m too scared to. He rips my dress more and I let out a muffled cry and he hits me over and over and over again. Then he rips my stalking. He pulls off his pants and puts his hand over my mouth and…and he rapped me. Mumbling “don’t make a sound or I’ll kill you”, the whole time. I’m helpless all I can do is cry.
When he is finished with me he tell me “you tell a sole about what happened tonight I will hunt you down and I will kill you. Do you understand me?” I just nod. And he leaves, he just leaves me in the cubby hole under the tree, sore and hurt mentally and emotionally. I have all intention to lay there and die, but the fight that’s still left in me won’t let me it wills me to get up, it wills me to find help. I finally get home and my mother and father are sitting in the couch waiting for me. You can smell the burden that my dad has been drinking and he shouts, “Where the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is? What do you have to say for yourself?” My mother walks over to me and says, “Conner stop it!” and whispers “go up to your room and lock the door.” I do as she says and that’s when my mom walks in and shakes me into the present. “LAYLA, LAYLA, WAKE UP, LAYLA WAKE UP NOW!!!!” my mother shouted as my eyes fly open and I realize that I’m crying. Remembering that terrible night that now haunts my dreams. I hug my mother tightly sobbing like a little girl. My mother pets my hair trying to sooth my sobs and says in her carrying motherly voice, “there there your fine it was just a dream you’re all right mommas here shhh”
