point of view - marianna ortez
I'm sick and tired of men trying to tell me how to live my life. I'm sick and tired or having to "put clothes on cause men are coming over." Men should be able to control themselves.
You don't see me pinning men down and riding their face because I'm just so horny.
I'm sick of this. I've grown too strong to ever fall into that life of being beaten up and raped by different men.
Who does he think he is. Trying to run me.
I can't do this. It's like I went from one toxic home to another. But where am I going to go. I have no family. I have no one.
No job. No money. No home.
He has me right where he wants me. Under his thumb.
I shook my thoughts away and opened up my bag, picking out some pajamas and taking them with me to my bathroom.
( a few hours later )
I heard everyone leave so I decided to go downstairs and start doing the dishes so I could go to bed.
When I got into the kitchen, the dishes were already cleaned along with the rest of the kitchen. Good now I don't have to do them because honestly I really didn't want to.
I didn't really get to eat my dinner so I decided to make me a snack. I opened the fridge and what do you know, it was completely empty except for a bottle of lemonade.
I rolled my eyes and closed the fridge. When I turned around to walk away, Jahseh was standing in the kitchen.
"Why didn't you ever come down to eat?" He asked.
I looked at him and walked out of the kitchen. I'm upset with him right now and I deserve an apology at least.
"Marianna?" He called for me but I kept walking.
I'll just eat tomorrow. There wasn't even no leftovers that's just rude.
"Mari!"
"Don't call me that, only my friends can call me that," I told him as I continued walking up the stairs.
"I thought we were friends," he looked genuinely confused.
"Well we're not." Once I reached the top of the stairs and I went back into my room and locked the door. I sat on my bed and turned on the tv.
It's crazy how we've only known each other for three days and he's already trying to control me and put his hands on me.
It's giving toxic and it's not cute.
I sighed and clicked through the channels, not finding anything interesting. That was until I saw my face on the news.
I turned the tv up.
"Seventeen year old Marianna Ortez was reported missing three days ago by her foster father, Christian Thomas. But when police arrived at the scene, he was immediately arrested.
While questioning Mr. Thomas it was made clear that he was very intoxicated and he later in questioning admitted to raping and beating seventeen year old Marianna Ortez.
Police are asking for anyone with any information on her whereabouts to come forward immediately."
He confessed to it, on fucking TV. I'm happy that he's been arrested. Grateful even, but Why would they put this on the news now everyone is going to know.
I heard a few knocks on my door, "Marianna please talk to me. I don't know what I did I just.. can you tell me what happened please?"
I ignored him and turned off the tv. I can't watch this anymore.
