Forever you

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                     HARMONII
                          
                             *...*
That was embarrassing.

And he is so rude. Why? I didn't do anything to him at all.

These nightmares just don't stop the same one constantly over and over again.

"I'm going to bed. Tired" I say with sleepy eyes. I was 8 a young innocent girl who had a "nice family". A nice mother a "good" father. "Okay goodnight baby." My momma says coming to give me a hug and a kiss on my head. Its not anything new she always does that. I head upstairs towards my room. I was so tired that once I hit that bed I was knocked.

I woke up at 3 in the morning, I had to pee so bad. I open my door going on then I heard it. Daddy yelling at momma. I walk towards the door to peak and see whats going on, to see if my momma is okay. Slap. I stepped back shocked. I never seen my father hit my mom. I lean back in to see if she was okay.

He kept hitting her back to back till she hit the floor. Kicking her in the stomach. "Stop please the kids will hear you." Momma says trying to talk but she can't, she can't talk to him because she is holding her stomach from how hard he kicked her. His face turns mad with anger. He kicks her over and over and my momma just covers her mouth trying to hold her cry in so we can't hear her. She's worried about us but she's getting hurt badly. Tears start swarming in my eyes so fast.

Wanting to walk away I see my father pull his pants down and my momma tryna back away. He grabs her hair and pull her back towards him in the next minute he forced herself inside her and she let out a scream but instantly covers her mouth again. "STOP,STOP, STOP DADDY STOP!!"

I say barging in the room. "Harmonii go get out." momma says. "Now Harmonii get...out." Daddy says.

"No...YOUR HURTING MOMMY!!"  I say. "Harmonii please. Just please go." Momma says. I didn't move. No I couldn't move, I can't just sit there while mommy is getting hurt like that.

Daddy comes and grabs me by my hair. "MARK NO. PLEASE MARK STOP NO."  Momma yells grabbing daddys leg trying to push him away from me. "BITCH MOVE." Daddy says kicking mommy. Daddy grabs me and pulls me to my room. Mommy voice seems to go farther and farther away, daddy throws me into my room and slams the door locking it.

I hear momma coming to the room door banging it over and over and over again begging my father to not do what he is going to do. "SHUT THE HELL UP."  Daddy says he throws me on the bed and forces his self on me. "WAIT DADDY I'M SORRY PLEASE!" I scream trying to let go. He slaps me to shut me up but that just made me scream louder.

He takes his hands down to my shorts to take them off me but I try and try to kick him off he is just to strong. His strength gets harder and harder each time I try and get him off me.

He cuffs one hand on my mouth and forces his self into me. "OWW DADDY PLEASE IT HURTS!!" He wouldn't listen he wouldn't let me go. He started kissing on me up to my ear down and started ripping all my clothes off. "I can't daddy stop please stop." I say this time with no energy it's like all my energy is gone its running out. Why?

I gave up. My mind kept telling me to keep going "just keep going Harmonii fight fight Harmonii." My mind says. But I can't i'm just all of a sudden tired. A hit of exhaustion just hit me out of nowhere.

I can kinda hear momma crying at the door still begging for daddy to stop.The voices are going away and away but daddy's grunts still sit in my ear ringing over and over and over again. Then I just passed out.

I woke up to blood all over my body and and momma crying by my side screaming crying. Between my legs is soar I feel the dried up tears on my cheeks some still running down my legs. I try to compose myself seeing momma cry like that made me so mad at daddy.

That day was the last day that I have ever called him my father ever. He continue to do it every night until my mother decided to adopt a child. Christian. Shes now 18. I eventually moved out at 16 to live with my boyfriend to get away from them. I hated my mother and still do she is still with that bastard. They have such a good family now. Just my momma,little sister,and a no for good father.

Sometimes I wonder if we were able to be like that. If we were all loving and loved each other so much we will feel special.

The memories come back flooding my mind taking over all my thoughts. I slide down the door crying my eyes out trying to keep it all in but I can't. All the memories of his hand touching me everywhere roaming my body. His mouth all over my body. That sadness turned into anger thinking about my mother. My little sister. I got up looking at myself in the small mirror. Then I look around the bathroom seeing how its just a toilet and a sink. It hits me that I don't know how this whole place looks. I turn on the faucet and splash my face with water. I put my head up to look at myself in the mirror again.

All of the overthinking came back to me it occurred to me that life is a piece of shit. Why did it let the things that happen happen to me. I pray and pray and pray to god why it happens and I didn't get nothing out of it.

I got hurt while I was younger it didn't stop and got better it kept on hitting me. It kept on coming back just when I thought it'll get better. Just when I thought I had "Love".
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Not even lying this my first time writing some this sad.