Blind

"Sherry Baby"

Always

"David, she doesn't want to go." 

                                                               My mother said to my father by his old beat up truck.

It was always like this, I never wanted to go to my fathers every other weekend.

                                                                    He tried forcing me a few times.

Secretly driving down the street and ending up

                                                          snatching me on the way home from school.

But sometimes, when the truck starts driving away,

                                                                       I'm always thinking up some kind of escape plan.

Yet, it ended the same way it always did.

                                               Broken bones here and there from jumping out of the truck.

Doctors literally had to involve child protective services because of the monthly visits

                                                                    and all the accidents.

I was always pulling stunts like that.

                                                  I never once thought of it as a stunt, it was more on the edge of "crying for help"

There Goes my Name

"Sherry baby!" my father calls out when he caught me peeking through the window.

                                     He looked...different. A strange kind of different, not the fatherly kind of different you expect a father or your own father to look.

He still had the same big green eyes, shaved blond hair and unshaped beard.

                                "You ought to go the barber soon, you'll never find someone looking like that." I told him with a smile.

I could tell he still had feelings for my mother, but she was so tired of dealing with his actions,

                                                      we packed up all our things and left him with only a TV. 

"Sherry, tell your mother that you want to come over."

                                         I shook my head.

"Baby please, I haven't seen you in forever.."

"I'll come over when you're sober." I said closing the window and locking it shut.

                               He wasn't sober, I could smell the whiskey drifting through the cold air.

Tuesday, Jan 24th 2007

"Sherry, its okay..." He whispered in my ear, caressing my cheek with his hand.

                                         He took off clothes until he was left in boxers; I nervously undressed myself.

I was in my friends basement, it smelled like cigarettes and alcohol.

                                                                  The mattress laid on the floor, it wasn't fancy or perfect but it's the only thing available.

                                        They say your first time should be with somebody you love,

It wasn't him that I loved. I can't fall in love.

                                                      He was a wolf dressed in sheep's wool.

I was the prey, I've always been the one being used.

                                     I was only a temporary body that he would lay down.

Weeks Later

Days passed by too quickly. I was no longer pure like my grandmother would say,

                                                                 casting her religious views onto me.

It was Friday and I haven't heard from him, not once since that night.

                                                                                              My razor phone had buzzed in my pocket.

                                I flipped it open to see one text message

"Its over."

                               I should have known that my body was being used.

Yet, its my fault because I didn't stop it.

                                                                 I let it happen. He took what was mine, and I let him.

I have no right to be hurt.

                                 so why am I so heart broken?