Take Me Away

Save Me Tonight

I froze at the door of John's room. John was my Aunt Beatrice's fifth husband. He was talll with dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a beard. I don't like John, not after what he did to me...

John RAPED me. Since I was 11 he did this every time he could. While my aunt was at the store, guess what John would do to me. The memories just flood through my mind everytime I enter John's room. I shook out of my thoughts when Aunt Beatrice came from behind me and pushed into John's room.

"What the hell are you doing? Get your filthy ass in there and start cleaning you b****!"

I quickly got up and obeyed. I started with the bed, the most horrible object in this room. As I uncovered the covers I found one of my undies rolled up into a ball just sitting there. I became terrified when I saw my underwear on John's bed. I got rid of it without letting Aunt Beatrice see me. And resumed with my daily chores. I became teary-eyed when I saw a picture of my mother and father on their wedding day. It was on one of the walls in John's room for some reason. My parents. Oh how I miss them. We were so happy until Mom was caught cheating on my father. My parents divorced when I was four. Even though they were divorced my father still loved my mother. After the divorced my father began drinking every night. My mother didn't care until one night she decided to take me away from father. She packed our stuff and left the house, me in her arms. We moved in with my grandma in Fresno. I would pass my vacation with my other grandma in my father's home town. With my grandma's permision, my father would visit me. For some reason, I hated him! I couldn't look at him straight in the eyes. I was angry that he left my mother and for making me suffer. He would just look a me with admiration.

"She looks exactly like Irene." He would say this to my Aunt Gloria every time he visited me.

"No Raymond, she looks like you! Same eyes, hair, mouth. EVERYTHING!"

My father never stopped loving my mother and me even though what she did to him. My father got remarried when I was 12. He married my ex baby-sitter, Annie. He waited seven years for my mother to return. She never did. Which made things worst, he kept on drinking and falling asleep on the cold streets. He didn't want to marry Annie, it was an arrangement between Annie and my Grandma Martha. His own mother made my father marry a woman he didn't love. About five months into his marriage, he died from liver cancer. That night I felt like I wanted to die. I loved my father even though we didn't spend time together but he was my father. By then my mother already had four kids from different men! I would take care of them, feed them, bathe them, and sleep them. Not by choice, because my mother had to work 24/7.

Later that year my mother started going out with David. Even though she didn't notice, she was falling hard for him. They had a baby named Mario and decided to leave together to Florida. My mother abandoned my brothers and I. After that I never saw her again. She left us with the wrong person, that's for sure. My mission was to keep my four brothers safe from any harm. That's why I'm Aunt Beatrice's punching bag. I shook from my thoughts and took the picture off the wall. I craddled it into my arms holding it tightly. I didn't want to let go. Why can't everything be back to when I was a baby. All three of us were happy together. Tears started to stream down my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I need to let everything out. I cried like there was no tomorrow. I fell asleep on John's bed. Not caring about the world. After a while, I fell into a deep sleep. For some reason I felt at peace. All of a sudden I felt someone caressing my legs. I stood up and saw John.