THE SCAR THAT NEVER BLED

|THE BEAR|

November 10th 1977

I woke up, hearing the noise of sirens. I'm on my stomach on the downstairs couch, in the living room. I lifted up my head towards the window, it was raining heavily also i see a police car speed by the window the sirens get louder as they go by my house. Suddenly a heavy knock comes on the door, making me jump. As I got up from the couch I felt like a mess, I could tell my hair was all over the place, I fixed my tank top and pj shorts I had on. Before opening the door I tried to fix up my hair to make myself look presentable. I opened the door and saw the police handling...

My dad?

I didn't know that he was getting released, I haven't seen my dad since I was 9. Now I'm 15. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Dad and Vance were screaming at each other in the kitchen. My mom was working a night shift so she was gone.I was not far across from them. I was in the living room playing with my mega blocks is what I called them. My dad was heavily drunk, he was a violent drunk too. He would get so twisted in the mind he wouldn't even know what,who or where he was. My dad was swinging a beer bottle around, slurring his words while he mocked Vance. It all happened so fast until my dad had Vance against the counter and his arm up into the air. The snap of the bone came like lighting shooting the ground. My head shot up and I ran over to the near by phone also on the counter not far from where my dad was standing. Over the sound of Vance's cries I dialed in the numbers 991.

"What a pussy,just like your mother!" I remember my dad shouting at Vance. Until the smack of the beer bottle came and my dad stabbing the busted beer bottle into Vance's abdomen. He still has the scar to this day. I still remember the look in my father's eyes when he saw the police bust down our living room front door and immediately take my father away.

Later on the ambulance came and also took Vance
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"Marliyn hopper?"

I finally wake up from the trance and see infront of me. The police men with still my father in their grip. I now saw that my father's eyes were closed. He was passed out to the looks of it

I nodded for the police to come in as I got out of the way. The police drag him in and flop him on the couch

"He should wake up in a few hours.. if he doesn't call the station"

"Yes, t-thank you officer" I said to the officer standing on my front porch

"Just doing my job pretty lady" the police officer says, tilting his hat at me with a wink. I just faked a smile thinking it was just a friendly gesture. It wasn't

I closed the door, not hearing any of the pouring rain anymore. I turned my back around, staring at the body of my father. I wish it was Vance who got released I thought to myself. I figured I would go upstairs and take a nap for the meantime. Maybe Mom will be back when I wake up

But oh boy was I wrong. I was lying in my bed not thinking anything out of the blue, I couldn't sleep, I didn't know what it was ,I felt as if someone or something was watching me. It was dark outside and dark in my room
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This part might be sensitive for some readers I recommend you skipping this part if you know what's about to come
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I felt something glaze my bare outer thigh. Stopping at the hem of my shorts. Felt something like a hand of some sort. I thought it was just the wind coming out of my window so I ignored it. Until I felt the shorts slip down my legs, I opened my eyes. And saw no other. But father obove me. I gasped out but I guess the had a hand to my mouth because I couldn't speak. I then felt something sharp hit my throat

"If you try to move or scream. I will kill you"

Tears fell from my eyes and dripped down my face.i could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and the whiskey.The shorts were completely off by now. I sobbed against my father's hand. I was to scared to move. If I moved I would be dead in seconds. He would stab or slice my throat. Making me bleed out , but either way my father would get what he wanted

He took off his belt and took my hands, to my bed frame, forcing the belt to loop around my hands . He removed his hand from my mouth to secure it, I wanted to scream, why didn't I. I sobbed even more as I realized what was about to come.

"Here" He said, suddenly something got shoved into my mouth. It was a cigarette "inhale.now" I had no choice but to listen I knew if I didn't he'd slit my throat. The nicotine scratched my throat as I inhale. My father lets out a laugh "good.good girl. Again" "no, please don't make me" I begged while sobbing. Suddenly he slapped me across the face "do it" he said. I whined as I inhale again. After I did he took it

"Good" my father said.my underwear gets taken off and he grabbed something from his jeans that now we're now on the floor.you didn't need to be a genius to know what it was.Still with the knife to my throat the buttons on my top get un done and it gets opened up.

"Please, dad stop" I pleaded while I felt a hand against my boob

After I pleaded I felt a sharp tool come in contact with my inner thigh. I whimpered as blood poured out of the fresh open wound.

"Each time you plead, you will get cut. Understood little girl?" My father threatened

He didn't even wait for a response. And shoved the cigarette back into my mouth

I heard a package get teared up. I thought to myself 'no,no,no this isn't happening it can't be happening'

I gasped out. Tears flooded my eyes so much I couldn't even see anymore.My father groaned putting a hand to my neck, choking me
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By the time it was over I felt sick, not sick,sick but just sick with myself. I lied there in my room alone. Curled up in a ball on my bed. Sobbing into my pillow, I had my arms and hands close to me. I could feel the grooves in my wrists what the belt did.

I eventually cried myself to sleep