"Catch me if you can"
Matilda Colombo had been running her entire life, until it all came to a crashing ending. Being caught was not her thing, and everyone knew it, or so they thought that they did. Living in the unsafe outskirts of Los Angeles, w...
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| Third Person POV |
6 years ago - Matilda Colombo
Standing there, clad in a school uniform, was a small child. She looked to be not much over the age of 8 years old, when, in reality, she was a little older than that. What she did know, was that she was too young to be witnessing what she was witnessing, in the place that she had been forced to call home.
Standing there, she watched as her mother's work skirt, which was rare of her to wear, especially recently, was pushed higher, as a man forced himself on top of her. Her mother, looked as if she had drunk the entire bottle of half of the bottles that were currently littering the main bedroom floor. Matilda stood there, dumbfounded. No one had taught her what to do in these situations, especially not her mother.
She stood there, having heard the noises that were coming from her mothers mouth from the front yard, now having to hear them inside the house. "Aren't you such a whore for me?" Matilda squirmed at the words, wishing that she could scrape them from her mind. She willed herself to move, to chase after her friends and pretend like she hadn't seen or heard any of this, but she knew that it would never be like that.
Another sound was heard from her mother, and she mentally screamed at her mother to stop. What she didn't know, was that the scream that was heard in her head, was actually coming out of her mouth. She dropped her school bag on the floor, and raced over to the man that was still lying on top of her mother, hitting him with all the force she had. At this point in time, she still held her mother up on a pedestal, I mean, what 10 year old didn't?
"Stop it! Stop it! Make it stop!" and with that, before she knew it, she was thrown onto the bed beside her mother, as the same man hiked her skirt up, and tried to force himself into her. "Not so nice, is it now" a slap then resounded through the room, when she refused for him to lay on top of her. She knew that this wasn't how a man was supposed to act, she had seen the man next door treat his ex-wife with more care and concern then this.
"STOP!" she screamed when he tried to kiss her, smelling the alcohol on his breath. "Dan, stop. She's just a child" what she would never know, was that this was a form of her mother trying to protect her, but she was too drunk and weak too. "She seemed to be enjoying the show that I was giving her, so now it's her turn" the man sneered down at her.
Having enough, Matilda used her leg and pushed the man away, shoving him as hard as possible. She sat up, when he tried to advance, shoving him again, and the only thing that gave her a chance of escaping, was the fact that the man was drunk, and was more interested in her mother, than her, completely forgetting she had even been there in the first place. "Slut" he murmured, before moving to lay on her mother.
She stood their, chest heaving, as she watched her mother open him with wide arms, welcoming whatever he had to give her, as Matilda stared at her, pushing her skirt down and running out of the house, grabbing her bag on the way, as she ran after her friends, like she had always planned on doing, when she got out of that house.
