It's All Going to Be Okay

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I knew one of these days it was going to happen.

One of these days they were going to snap.

The day the truth comes out.

The day where I realized I knew the truth all along.

My face was beaten and bruised. Blood spilling out of my mouth. No noise was able to make the pain stop. No pain I received was going to make someone care.

" YOU THINK YOU ACTUALLY BELONG IN THIS FAMILY!!"

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" THE DAY WE CHOSE YOU FOR THE EXPERIMENT WAS THE DAY EVERYONE REALIZED THEY DON'T LOVE YOU"

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" YOU SHOULD'VE DIED IN THAT CHAIR"

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" YOUR A DISGRACE TO OUR FAMILY"

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"NO ONE WILL EVER ACCEPT YOU AS THEIR OWN"

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"CANT BELEIVE YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT WE WOULD EVEN CARE"

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Every word my dad said actually hurt. Of course I wanted to be loved by my own parents. All I ever wanted was to be normal again. All those years of trying to please everyone led up to this moment.

I have been punched to the point blood is every where, I have been stabbed in the stomach, and I have been kicked in the most painful of places.

I don't want to get up, and I don't want to cry for help. I just want to die right here and now. Maybe all of this will be over. Maybe I will finally be able to please my family. Have them smile because of me. Even for a negative reason. I can see the blood. I can see my ripped hoodie on the ground. I can see the knife that stabbed me. And I can see my father walking away from me. I close my eyes in hope that maybe tomorrow morning will come up and I will open my eyes to the darkness. The darkness where I am comfortable. Where I am safe.

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I woke up to the screams of my younger sister. At first I panicked thinking something happened to her, but realized it was me she was screaming about. A blurry reminder of what happened last night crawled up into my head. I flinched as I heard my other sisters screaming as well.  I opened my eyes slowly and saw fast movement around me. The pain I felt last night was gone but replaced with soreness everywhere.  I felt someone place a towel on my face, and I moved a little wincing at how sore I was. There was still blood everywhere and the smell of burning gas was hitting my face.

I saw a blurry figure approach me in a fast manner and cup my face.

"AILEEN!! LISTEN TO ME, STAY WITH ME, YOU BLED TO MUCH, OH NO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU"

I traced the voice back to my mom, and realized it looked like I was still unconscious. I placed my hand onto hers and removed them. Remembering my dads words from last night was something I preferred not to remember,  but they were there. I got up slowly finding the kitchen counter and picking myself up. Wincing I grabbed my stomach and put all my weight on the counter. I couldn't find my voice so I just looked at my worried sisters and mom. I looked away , not wanting to see the horror in their eyes.

My mom hurried to me and helped me out of the kitchen.

"Girls go get ready for school I will clean this up."

By the time we made it to my moms bathroom, I felt completely lucid. All I wanted to do was be alone in my room, clean, and listening to my music. I didn't look at my mom while she was cleaning my face. I could tell she wanted to ask me what happened but she was hesitating the whole time.

" why are you helping me?" I asked with a dry throat. I finally looked my mom in the eyes, seeing tears form in her eyes as she looked at me not knowing how to answer. "Aileen... I'm sorry.... I am so sorry.... your dad is just stressed and upset about a lot of things." My mom was sobbing at this point while I just looked at her with a sad expression. Why was she defending him, he literally tried to kill me. "You can't defend him, there is no excuse for.... this" I said with pain in my tone. "Aileen he is my husba-".

"AND ... And I am your daughter,  which doesn't seem to affect your decisions much"

" I will not discuss this any further, we need to clean this mess up before your father gets home"

"Always the same with you"

"Quiet Aileen, I won't tolerate the disrespect anymore"

I wanted to punch a hole though the wall but refrained myself. I got up and walked to my room to "fix myself".
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I finished my shower and I went back downstairs to where my mom was just finished cleaning the kitchen. I grabbed the cleaning supplies and placed them back into the hallway closet. My dad and another man walked passed me while they were discussing some business. I didn't think anything of it but then I realized I wasn't wearing my mask or shades. I quickly hid around the corner scaring my mom. She was confused at first but then heard my dads conversation. She looked around the corner and grabbed my wrist. She rushed me down the hall and nudged me harshly into the guest bathroom.

I heard my dad call my mom over to him. "Don't leave until I get someone to take you to your room"

Then she left

"This  is my wife, Madeline" I heard my dad say as their voices grew  quiet.

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It was about an hour until I hear someone knock on the bathroom door.

"Aileen, your mom has sent me to escort you to your room"

I sighed and got up from the bathroom floor.

Opening the door I followed the man who was  walking in the direction of my room. Once there I walked inside and closed the door.

It was dark.

I walked to my bed and crawled to the middle.

Who even was that guy?

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I was startled by the sound of knocking on my door.

When I looked up my dad walked in with my mom and the man from before.

"This is my eldest daughter, Aileen"

I raised my eyebrow at the scene in front of me until the man reached his hand out for me to shake.

"It's nice to meet you Aileen..... you like it dark huh?"

I nodded, and hesitantly shook his hand. I tried pulling my hand back but he tightened his grip on me and looked at my hands.

"Long nails"

I managed to pull my hand back and looked towards my dad.

He wasn't looking at me though, he was staring at the man. He seemed to be observing the man's every move.

Suddenly I pulled out of  my bed.

"Stand while I observe you"

I furrowed my brows as the man walked around me seeing every inch of me like I was raw meat.

"Dad."

"Hush child, let him do his part"

What does that even mean?

The man finally stood in front of me and observed my face.

"Yes well, she looks to be in good condition, how about 800,000."

"DAD YOUR FUCKING SELLING ME!?"

my dad ignored me as he shook hands with the man, seeming to approve the bargain.

I was sold.

" DAD, YOU CANT SELL ME, I AM NOT FUCKING LEAVING THIS PLACE, YOU CANT HONESTLY DO THIS"

I felt a sting to my face as I fell to the ground

"I OWN YOU, AND YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN, YOU ARE LEAVING WITH THIS MAN AND THAT IS FINAL"

I couldn't find my words. My dad actually sold me.