Right But Wrong

Court: a place opposite to freedom

Fear washed over me as I looked the monster in the eye. Two hours. Two hours was all I had to wait for the social worker to arrive. But knowing them, two hours was more than enough. More than enough to hurt me, more than enough to manipulate me, more than enough to make me despise touch, more than enough to make me feel like I was crazy. And overall, more than enough to harm me mentally, physically and emotionally.

"Oh sweetheart what's the problem?" His voice slurred, sending negative waves down my spine.

His hand was around my waist, holding me so tight that I felt like I was about to snap into two. I wanted to scream, wanted to scream the words "let go of me. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Stop!" But instead i was as quiet as a mouse, scared if I even squeaked I would regret it.

Tears pricked my eyes but almost like it was as easy as breathing I blinked them away.

Two hours may seem like a short time to most. Not much can happen in two hours right? Wrong. More than enough can happen in two hours.

Scream. Scream for help. Please lungs work. Allow me to scream.

In front of me was someone wearing a long white robe and a rosemary necklace. A priest? That's what they were right? Priests are safe aren't they? Then why was he carrying a knife and why did he cause me to have a flash back to a moment where I was in ultimate fear and definitely was not safe.

How could I have forgotten this until now? Wouldn't a memory like this be engraved into your mind forever?

The white robe, the scent, the voice that was a wolf in sheep's clothing. But I wasn't here was I? No, I was back years ago, years ago where I wasn't even in my double digits yet. I was 8, maybe 9. I was crying, screaming, begging for it all to stop.

The man tightened his hand around mine, making me slice into my soft, delicate skin. The pain was excruciating, instantly making me scream louder. Words were being chanted, similar to how a sacrifice would work. But I wasn't a sacrifice, no it was even worst, I was being asked to join them. But I wasn't being asked, I was being forced. Forced to join such cruel people.

My vision was going blurry and i could feel my knees buckle below me. And suddenly I was back in present time, the man in front of me having the same smile as the man who forced me to ruin whatever innocence I had left of myself.

No. No. No. No. "NO!" I screamed "don't come closer! Leave me alone" but all he did was smile, taking away whatever bravery I had at first, that allowed me to scream. "Please don't come any closer. I beg you." But it was no use, I should know that by now. Begging never worked.

Suddenly my wrists were grabbed and my clothes were torn off my body with little effort. My wrists and ankles being chained to something. I didn't know what and I was sure I wouldn't be able to find out but what I did know was something was digging into me. Whatever I was being chained to was wooden and it hurt.

Suddenly I saw a hammer. let me go. Someone!!! Anyone!!! Please! Please! Please! It hurt, I was crying so hard that it hurt so much more. "shut up" and suddenly I couldn't cry anymore, something was put in my mouth to stop me from crying, maybe also to stop me from breathing. It felt like I was frozen in place and all I could do was watch as the hammer came down, pushing something into my hands and feet.

All I felt was pain. But it was more than pain, pain felt like such a soft word for what I was feeling. And it only got worst. So much was happening at once that I couldn't keep track of it all. All I knew was I needed to be saved. I needed someone to help. Someone to stop this.

And suddenly it did. It did stop. I was ripped from whatever I was on and given clothing. "Put this on" I heard the gravely voice, so gravely that it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "And if you tell a single soul about what happened you'll suffer the same fate as your mother" the whisper made it sound like the words never existed, but they did. And I knew why.

I was sat in front of the social worker. Screaming inside but looking as calm on the outside as I could. I knew they weren't bluffing and if I did say anything I would be in even more pain than I currently was, so I kept quiet.

"And the judge will decide who will be the best guardian for you" the social worker finished making me realise I hadn't been listening to half of what they were saying, so instead I simply nodded.

"What?! This is absurd! We're clearly her guardians." My step-father shouted, clearly upset by whatever she was saying.

"sir please calm down. These are simply the courts orders and rules of procedure."

"Well sod the court" he shouted.

"We'll meet you at court" the social worker said politely and made me follow her.

The court room was big, bigger than any room I had ever layed my eyes on, let alone been in. Yet it felt crowded due to all the noise, it was so loud that I felt my head was about to explode. But suddenly it all went silent as the judge made her decision.

"Your father will now become your legal guardian" yeah right, try getting a hold of him first. Of course I didn't say anything out loud though.

"Avery.." I heard a soft male voice, turning around to see a man behind me. Who was he and why was he staring at me like he had just seen a ghost?