dear diary,
the first time it happened was in the kitchen. i was making food for the both of us when i accidentally dropped a bowl, causing it to break.
he shouted at me as he stomped to the kitchen. once he saw the mess, he gripped my chin hard and slapped me. then came the yelling.
"du är så jävla värdelös!" he said. "rensa upp det här."
of course i cleaned it up. if i didn't, who knows what he would've done. the first time it happened, i was in tears. the first is always unexpected, it's the one that hurts the most. it comes from someone you trust, and someone you least expect it from.
he told me he was sorry a week later, but i brushed it off. then they kept coming. he'd abuse me for anything. he'd punch me for a beer he spilt. he'd say that it was my fault, never his. because he's perfect.
then one day, i wake up to him sitting on my bed. he told me i looked beautiful, just like mamma. and he crawled on top of me, slapped me and told me to be quiet. i kicked and fought until i couldn't anymore.
once it was done, i felt empty. he'd always tell me i looked like mamma. and then he'd go back to abusing me.
YOU ARE READING
athena
Short Storya diary she fills with her life. TW: ed, abuse, alcoholism, guns, drugs, r*pe, lots of suicidal thoughts, mentions of sh+doing, body dysmorphia, mentions of death. beware, these are serious topics, and please don't talk about them if you haven't exp...
