Santana Lopez-Orphan

Chapter 16: Baby Ragdoll

I love the spring... Mama always takes me to the park and we laugh together. I like laughing, I should do it more. But, I do not like spring break. Don't get me wrong, 4th grade can be really hard at time. But its sooooooo much safer than home...

Spring Break, 6 years ago...

I love this new look I've given Mama. I should be a hair dresser when I'm big, well, bigger. "Do you want more glitter mama?"

A little smirk brightens up this wild life hotel, I mean, bedroom. "Hmmm, I don't know hun." she sighs, she sighs a lot now.

"Why does papa hurt us mama?" She looks shocked, like I didn't know or something. Her face has fallen, I think, oh gosh, "Don't cry mama! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I" she pulls me into a hug.

My face is in her hands, noses touching, "Now you listen to me!" She wants to shout but she goes to whisper land, "None of this, pain, abuse, Is your fault. You hear?" Teardrops are falling from my eyes, "Papa. Dose not deserve to be called papa, he should be called... Stinky Poo Brain" OMG that's the funniest thing EVER! I can't stop laughing "Always remember that ok."

"Even when I'm old and grey?" I've stopped laughing now. Mama looks serious, "I promise mama. I love you mama."

She's smiling at me, "Love you to."

That Evening...

I have been poisoned!!! Not by the food I eat, not by the water I drink, but by the language that my Papa speaks, and the actions he makes; It's slowly kill me inside.

He's like a magician. He has the magic powers to transform my strong, brave Mama, in to a scared, shivering wreak! Even though he's been preforming these cruel tricks since I first awakened. This particular act is one of his worst by far. He's been preforming for 45 minuets now. Mama looks hurt! Like, more then usual! Bloods escaping from mama's body every time Mr Fist comes to "play."

"Stop it Papa, stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP!" I've lost control of my body. I'm looking up at my papa, shaking his free arm, out of breath from running out of the cabinet. "Your hurting Mama, STOP!" He won't stop! He's just carrying on like I'm a ghost. "Stop it you, you... STINKY POO BRAIN!!!!"

Mama's giving me a look, one that says, "I can't believe you just said that!" and "That's my girl." with a baby smile on her face. Oh my gosh... It's worked, he's stopped hurting Mama! I can't believe it actually... Uh oh.

A still Papa turned his head slowly, downwards, searing at mine. "What, did you call me?!"

Time to make Mama proud of me, "Yes, I did call you a Stinky Poo Brain, because a Papa is meant to be a lovely man who loves his family, and NOT, one who treats them like nothing. So, don't hurt my Mama. Hurt Me..." Mama's giving me a big smile. She has happy water falling from her eyes. But, my Papa looks angry, very angry! He pulls me close and gives me that "Your In For IT!" look.

Midnight

It's been hours... Surely, he must be a little bit tired, I know I am.

At least he's not hurting mama now. He tied her up in the corner. He even let her keep her bra and undies on! Lucky woman.

I've been punched, kicked, smacked, chocked, thrown and he even went to the NO GO zones. What 9 year old deserves this? I bet all my classmates were tucked into bed by there fathers. I want my Mama to give me a big hug. I'm scared, and even though I'm not, I feel so, alone...