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ten years ago
November ninth
SLAM! I heard the front door open and close loudly.
He's coming. I thought I could hear his big footsteps coming into my room. I pushed Rose into our closet with some big headphones in her hands." But I don't want to Amoure it dark in there and he'll hurt you again," she cried at me. I hated it when she did that. It made my eyes tear even more.
"look at me, okay I love you. I just need you to stay there for a bit. Text Auntie Julie to come to get us, okay? Just text Auntie and wait for me to come to get you don't come out till he leaves. No matter what, don't come out of here. Promise me," I say, practically pleading with her.
But then I heard the doorknob shaking hard, trying to get in. "PROMISE ME ROSE! " I whisper-yell at her.
She nodded as I shut the closet door after I hid her in the back of the closet, and then I lay in bed as if I were sleeping this whole time.
I was terrified. Not terrified of him, but of the pain and fear he puts in my sister and I help him do it too and for that, I'll never forgive myself.
I then hear the doorknob hit the wall and then hear the door shut close loudly.
one, two, three, four, five, six
I count his footsteps towards the bed. It's always six steps. Then he takes a big, deep breath. I feel the big dip in my bed lifting me, then I feel his cold disgusting arms on me full of musty hair. I can smell it even if I try to hold my breath.
But him hugging me, this is how it starts. It always starts with hugs and him being gentle and sweet and then he touches me.
He rapes me almost every day while my mother is in the other room listening to the pain I feel.
While my little sister is right next to me, only a thin door and big headphones stop her from fully hearing my pain as my mother does.
While I cry for my mother to save me, she never does. Instead, she blames me for what happened.
one, two, three
I felt my eyes watering as he ripped off my shorts and he yanked me off the bed by my hair.
"strip u bitch! " I stare at him, not moving my eyes, practically begging him no more, please." Do it, it, it, or maybe I should have your sister do this for me instead. Hmm, I bet she'd like that." I began crying while he chuckled wickedly while I took the rest of my clothes off.
All I can think about is my father. If he was alive, Darren would never have tried this. Sure, my mother would still hate us, but at least Rose could have her dad around and we wouldn't have to be so scared all the time, but that isn't the world we live in.
Count Laylani. Count to stay calm.
4 5 6
We live in a world where my mother shot my father, and the cops let her go.
