Inside The Mind

Chapter 4

ANNABELLE

I watch as the door shut behind Laurie; I don't know if I should trust her. She's not like the other investigators she seems like she can really help me. I stare at the four walls that have me trapped here and I begin to question everything. Maybe I didn't think this through, Maybe I didn't plan it well enough.

"Anna Baby"? My eyes darted to the door where Sarah stood, how did she get in here? She'll get caught for sure. "I can't stay long", I nodded my head already knowing, "she's the one we've been looking for". And with that she was gone. The door swung open and my eyes searched the room beyond this one for Sarah but she was gone.

"I thought you might be thirsty". Laurie brought me a bottle of water and set it on the table with a box of tissues, she gave me a smile but I could tell she was uneasy.

"Thank you". I grab a tissue first blowing my nose until my nose is cleared of the snot. "Now where were we"?

"Howard". Laurie kept her eyes down and I know she didn't want to make me upset, but just hearing his name made me feel sick.

"Right".

"Please don't". It was all I could manage to get out of before he held his hand to my mouth. I felt him moving his hands along my body, it make me sick. He groped my boobs taking time to give them both attention. He kept a gleaming smile on his face, I sobbed louder and louder each second this happened. It wasn't long before his hands lead to my pants waist band, I could feel his erection pressing on my leg. I grabbed his hand that he had stamped across my mouth and scratched and pulled until he yanked it back.

I began pleading with him now that my mouth was free and I could speak. "Don't do this please. I won't tell anyone if you just let me go". He slammed his hand back down onto my mouth with such force I bite my lip, he grinned down at me smelling my hair and taking time to kiss me along the neck before he replied.

"Babe you're not going to tell anyone. I will hurt you more then you've been hurt ever before if you tell and that is a promise".

He moved his hand only to press his lips upon mine silencing any words I tried to speak. I felt a smile form on his face as he stuck his fingers inside of me moving them in and out. I tried to move, kicking my feet and scooting back trying my hardest to get away from him. Howard grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down on his fingers and he moaned against my lips. I cried. He laughed.

Taking his fingers from inside of me and moved his lips from mine and replaced it with his hand again. He slid himself into me, I won't ever forget the laugh he let out of his mouth. It was a deep throaty laugh full of pleasure. I couldn't move, he laid his whole weight on top of me. All I could do was cry.

And cry I did.

When he finally finished I walked as fast as I could to my room. When I got there I slammed my door and locked it, trying to ignore the nasty comments coming from the living room. I fell into the floor sobbing and in pain, I was bleeding and I was sore.

I stood the best I could and grabbed some clothing, making a mad dash across the hall way into the bathroom I turned the shower on. Laying in the bottom of the tub I let the scalding water hit my body until it ran cold.  I srubbed and scrubbed trying to rid of everything, even the memory that it happened but that didn't go anywhere. Getting dressed I opened the door darting back into my room slamming the door and locking it, climbing into bed and refusing to get up.

A few hours later I woke from arguing, my mother was home and she was not happy. I hadn't finished cleaning, I didn't want to go back downstairs and I can just tell this wasn't going to end well.

"Open this door". My mother stood on the other side banging, I laid in bed staring at the closed door. "Annabelle I swear if you don't open this door". She was kicking the door now.

"Wait". Everything ceased, I pulled myself from the bed wishing I would just die laying there. I slowly opened the door and stood there enduring the glare of my mother.

SLAP

I held my cheek willing myself not to show her weakness, "you little bitch is worth more trouble then you're worth having". Another slap across my sent me flying to the floor.

"It's not my fault"  I mumbled the words making sure I didn't loose eye contact with her.

"Oh really because I remember asking you to clean, and I can tell that you did not. So who's fault was it"? There was an evil gleam in her eyes and I just knew it was going to happen.  So I spit the truth from my mouth like fire from a dragon's.

"Howard".

As soon as I spoke his name it was as if I had summoned him from the depths of hell as he appeared behind my mother. "Howard what"? His smile was sickening and the way he ran his fingers through his hair as I'd he was God's gift to women. Made me want to punch him.

"Yeah", my mother sneered, "Howard what"? Her grin was just as equally sickening as she stared down at me. "What did he do to stop you from cleaning"?

"He raped me"! The words were out of my mouth before I could even think about it, and my mother's hands were like lightening bolts as they came down with speed and fury.

A punch to the head, a slap to the arm and a kick to the leg. Suddenly her cold hands were around my throat cutting off my air way. "You lying little cunt". The pressure around my neck was unbearable, I could feel my body going limp as I tried to breath.

"Baby stop, she's just looking for attention". Howard grabbed my mother and picked her up from her waist and brought her lips to his. "You know I didn't do it. I know I didn't. She just trying to tear us up".

"You're right. She always saying this about the men I bring home. I never believe them just her but I won't get rid of another man for this little bitch"  she stared down at me spitting in my face and with a last kick to my side she slammed the door and I heard them laughing all the way to her bedroom.

I finally managed to pull myself from the floor, grabbed my shoes and ran out the door. I didn't know where I was going but I had to leave. My feet moved fast as I ran down the street and they stopped when I reached the neighborhood park.

Now walking at a slow pace I headed straight to the swings; they are my favorite at the park. My dad taught me how to pump my legs in and out until you got So high you could reach up and touch the sky.

"Hey girl". I let my legs stop pumping as I slowly started coming to a stop, and I saw the origin of the Hey. Two girls older then me stood patiently as they smiled towards me. "Why are you crying"? They watched as I got off of the swing and my legs collapsed from under me.

It was exhaustion and hurt, from running and being kicked that made my legs give out. I didn't know who they were but they grabbed me and carried me to a bench.

They showed me more compassion and warmth then I've been showed in a very long time.