In the Blink of Prose

I Want to be Free

Trigger Warning: rape, abuse, bullying content ahead.

Different noises and voices around me were getting louder as they threw various dirty, gooey stuff at me. Their laughter was echoing in my ears as they were having all the fun of making me feel horrible and unaccepted in the society I go to learn.

I sat down and covered myself while softly asking inside when they would stop treating me horribly. They have been doing this for the last couple of weeks. I didn't do anything wrong to anyone, nor have talked to other kids because I'm shy and don't have anyone to talk to. It was sudden, they just did this.

After years of being in this school, this was the first time I've been bullied like this. Teachers were even tolerating their behavior. I guess when you have money, you can do anything.

I still sat down and cried silently, praying for me to just disappear, wanting to get away from all of these horrible people.

"What are you all doing? Stop or I will call the cops!" a familiar voice said, but I did not dare to look. In the next few minutes, I could no longer feel that someone was throwing at me.

"Lisa, Lisa!" the same voice earlier called out to me. I slowly raise my head to see my father, carrying a bottle of beer in his left hand, and a ruined cigarette pack on his right.

"F-Father..."

"Get yourself up. We're now going home. You f*cking stink!"

With teary eyes, I followed my father on the way home. I immediately went to the bathroom to wash all of the dirty, sticky, and stinky stuff that was thrown at me earlier. I hurriedly finished and put on my towel.

Looking back, they were some of my classmates. Some were kids I didn't even know who. I always saw them in school, but have not tried to meddle with them because they were friends, and I've been a loner ever since.

Supposedly, this is my last grade in elementary school, and will be in my seventh grade at a different place, because my father and I will be moving out from this small town in the mountains.

My thoughts were interrupted when suddenly my father came inside the bathroom. I was shocked as he stared at my eyes and stripped his clothes one by one. My heart beat fast as he whispered a name.

"Loren..." It was not my name. Who's Loren?

I screamed when my father removed my towel and touched my private parts as he kissed and murmured that he would claim Loren in bed tonight.

He carried me and continued kissing me on his bed while violently touching me all over. My eyes widened as he showed his private part.

"I love you, Loren, you're my one and only," he said and I felt a sharp pain below. I was stunned. I couldn't move away, it was like I was frozen in place under my father. I couldn't even find my voice to scream, it was like I was suddenly muted.

All I could do was cry and let my tears flow bearing the pain below. I was eventually weirded out when I suddenly peed and my father suddenly let out something on my stomach and passed out beside me.

I started to silently cry again. I feel so exhausted. I want to go away far from this place. I want to be free. I want to no longer feel humiliated, bullied, tortured, and abused. Please take me away, someone, somebody, anybody...

Please...