A Family of Her Own: A story of overcoming
trauma, healing, and renewing broken bonds.
Oaklynn Marino, a 17 year old girl, grew up in a state of hurt, famine, and poverty. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever. Back in her b...
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The doorsteps creaked, and my palms got sweaty. Breakfast wasn't done, and I hadn't left for school yet.
"Well, look who's still here." His voice snarled.
"I'm so sorry, Sir I-" He shook his head and took more steps toward me. He swiftly grabbed my hair and punched my face.
"Whores like you make excuses, and I don't wanna hear them." He said as he dropped me to the ground, laying more kicks and punches on my battered body. I hear him grab the belt.
"No sir, please don't do this I'm so sorry for disobeying you." I wailed.
He shook his head and laughed, telling me to lift up my shirt.
I did, exposing my back. I couldn't disobey direct orders.
I laid there like a turtle and grabbed the table's leg for support.
He struck my back
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I shot up in my bed, breathing heavily. I looked over at the clock.
4:30 am.
I was covered in sweat and my heart rate was rapid. I peeled the bedsheets off of my body and headed for the shower to wash the terror off of me, bringing a change of clothes along.
I faced the shower, letting the water poke my back as I lowly hung my head. I hugged myself.
The nightmare's events flashed through my mind like a car speeding down a highway. And I wanted to crash the car to make it stop.
No matter how hot I turned the shower, I couldn't stop shivering.
I turned off the shower, but I still felt warm liquid running down my cheeks.
I was crying, and I hadn't even realized it.
I was pretty much in a full blown meltdown, getting dressed, and I realized that I hadn't even used any soap, I just stood there.
