"This is for the kids with the beaten in lips // Who's parents tried to shut them up using their fists,"
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*warning* possibly triggering
A shadow looms over her and she looks drops her phone, looking up. Before she has time to comprehend what's happening, she feels a heavy hand hit the back of her head. "WHAT IS THIS I HEAR YOU SAID TO YOUR MOTHER?!" Immediately, within the fraction of a second, she is a beat-dog. She knows exactly what this is about and what she has coming. There's no talking her way out of this one.
"It was an accident! I didn't mean to, it just came out!" Immediately her lips tremble and tears spring from her eyes.
Seconds later she is sprawled on the floor, crawling backwards, arms covering her face in defense as the blows rain down in irregular dull smacks.
"WE RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS YOU-" A string of Russian profanities and another hit. Her vision is blurry with tears and she can only whimper. "SO THIS IS WHAT YOUR AMERICAN FRIENDS HAVE BEEN TEACHING YO-"
"I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS!" She finally shouts.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH! HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME?"
Her voice trembling, she repeats again in defeated acknowledgment, more to herself, "I don't... have, friends."
/Aren't you happy father? After all, that's exactly what you'd like./ But he's not listening and has already moved on to
"YOU KNOW WHAT THE BIBLE SAYS HAPPEN TO PEOPLE LIKE YOU?!!"
"Yes..."
/We burn in hell/ She thinks bitterly.
/How convenient that the Bible doesn't seem to tell you that parents should love their children and family./
More shouting follows but her mind doesn't comprehend it anymore. All she knows is fear. Cowering on the floor with a 200 pound beast snarling over her. She stumbles through the words he wants to hear until he shakes her one last time and leaves with a "Clean your room- ..NOW!!" And just like that the door is slammed shut and it's over.
She remains on the floor, tears flowing freely and hands still trembling.
/Never/ she thinks. /Never, will I have children. I will never be like these monsters./ But then she remembers,
/Wait. I deserved that./
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Notes
AcakA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
