She came in drunk again last night. I could hear her deep breaths as she plodded up the stairs. She would come into my room any mintue now, come into my room and do anything she pleased. It's like I had no space off my own. No where to go when I needed help. Nobodys shoulder to cry on when I was in pain. Slipping off my bed I crawled into my wardrobe, wishing, hoping that she was too drunk to look. After I couldn't hear her anymore I slowly pushed the door open. Looking around there she was, she was standing right above me with an evil grin spreading across her face. 'OUT' she barked. I whimpered crawling across the room. I felt my heart beat rise. Getting faster, Faster. Faster as she took another step towards me. 'Rise' she sternly said not taking her eyes off me. I jumped up not disobeying her. One more step and she would be as close to me as she could get.
She stept that step. I rose my arms waiting for the abuse to tick in. I slowly looked up and there she was looking down at me smiling. I closed my eyes rubbing them before opening them to glance again. I began to wonder shall I speak or shall i just savour this moment? I quickly look down to the floor. 'You bitch' I suddenly heard her screech! 'Look at me when I look at you!' A tear trickled down my cheek. I though she had changed I was wrong.
Being backed up in a corner is not the nicest feeling. I could feel the wall scratching against my now bare back. Her roughy hands touching me forcing me to close my eyes and think of something different. 'I don't even know why i made you.. You are a fat old cow, how am I supposed to have fun with you if you don't join in? I will make you. This time tomorrow you will be begging for more.'
