dollhouse

two

MAYA

" School will be perfect for the both of you," Topanga smiled at Riley and Lucas, " You both have made new friends already!" she pointed out.

Coen, Riley, Lucas and I looked at each other in unison, smiling once we caught each other's glances.

I didn't know why Topanga would encourage their children with a lie. All four of us hadn't spoken the entire time they were here.

We all just sat down, eating perfectly without any accidents or stains caused as our parents had a conversation.

It was awkward for me to sit right by Lucas. From time to time, I noticed Riley and Coen sharing glances as they smiled, while Lucas and I have not made contact since our incident earlier on.

After saying our goodbyes to them, Katy closed the door, letting out a sigh of relief.

She was pleased with our behavior the entire time. Especially with Kyan's. He did not put up a bad image the entire night, for now.

" I did not like the way you were fake around them," Kyan spat as he loosened his tie.

Katy furrowed her eyebrows and opened her mouth in disbelief that her husband would say such thing.

" I'm sorry but I do not want our family name to be brought down by a man like you," Katy glared at him.

Coen and I looked at each other with worried expressions as we left the greeting room.

None of us wanted to be in that type of atmosphere any longer. It was bad enough that we had to experience this every single day of our lives and act like nothing had happened afterwards.

" Why won't Mom just leave Kyan?" Coen asked.

None of us bothered to give respect to that monster enough to call him our father.

" I don't even know what she sees in him that will make her stay anymore. I stopped trying to figure that out a long time ago," I cooed.

We continued walking up the stairs, hand in hand. Cringing as we heard glass shatter on our marble floor.

Once we heard more screaming, we ran up. We didn't want to experience this any longer than we would have.

" Good night and good luck, Maya," Coen hugged me.

I smiled at his care for me, his older sister.

" Same goes for you, Coen," I hugged him back.

As we went our opposite ways towards our own bedrooms, the feeling of fear crept up from behind me.

Why did we have to say good luck to each other and not just a good night? Because every night, the possibility of Kyan getting drunk and banging on our doors in the middle of the night made us afraid to close our eyes, fearing that we would not see what would come up to us.

Not locking the door at night was the worst mistake you could ever do in this house. You will never not lock your door once you know why.

I went into the bathroom, stripping as I got ready for a bath to soothe my body from the real world happening downstairs.

As I slipped my dress off my body, I took notice of the scar that ran down the upper half of my back.

I turned my body to get a closer look at it, touching the scar as a drop of tear escaped my eyes.

The memories were back. The torture was flashing before my eyes as I looked at the scar.

FLASHBACK

BANG BANG BANG

I woke up, breathing heavily. The loud knock on the door had woken me up, leaving me in shock and panic.

" Mia, you open this door right now!" Kyan shouted from outside.

A drop of tear ran down my cheek at the thought of my own father not even remembering my name.

" Mia, I'm your father," he slurred.

Instantly, I knew that he was drunk. And the thought of him appearing outside my door in the middle of the night scared me more than ever.

I shuddered as sobs escaped my lips, hiding behind the covers. As a 12-year-old, the covers were the only thing that would make me feel safe right now.

But as a 12-year-old who knew what was happening too well, God was the only one that I could depend on.

Even the door separating me from that monster who used to proudly call my father was not strong enough.

I knew that because the minute I prayed to God for my dear life to keep me safe for the night, the door burst open.

And there he was, standing in the doorway with a bottle in his hands.

I trembled with fear under my covers, knowing that what was about to happen would change my view on him forever.

" Mia I told you to open the fucking door!" he screamed as he hit the wide open door with his fists.

His face was full of rage and the monster inside of him had been unleashed.

I, on the other hand, was scared. Who wouldn't? My own father was doing this to his only daughter. Sobs were escaping my mouth by the time he started walking towards me.

Using my instincts, I attempted to dash for the door, hoping to run away from the monster that was in the room trying to violently abuse me.

Unfortunately, Kyan had managed to grab the sleeve of my nightgown, making me stop in my tracks.

" Where do you think you're going cheesecake?" he slurred.

My fear began to rise when I heard that sentence. My own father wanted to abuse and rape me.

Using the strength I had from anger, I was able to force my body out of his grip, making my nightgown rip. The rip had left the right side of my back exposed. This was an advantage to Kyan as he threw his glass bottle of beer at my back, making the glass shatter.

I screeched and wailed as one of the glass pieces slit my back. Regardless, I used my remaining strength to run to Coen's room, since his was closest to mine. I pressed my palm against my wounded back, trying my very best to keep it from bleeding profusely.

Coen somehow was able to hear my scream because when I got there, he had swiftly opened the door, frantically searching for me. As I got closer to him, he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards his room for safety.

END OF FLASHBACK

I let a tear run down my cheek as I looked back at the memory I had with him as an innocent, scared 12 year old.

I breathed in and our heavily with sobs in between.I looked back at the mirror, my face covered with tears.

I then started singing to calm myself down as I got ready for a bath. With crying still on my mind and on me, the words came out shaky.

Hey mom,
please wake up,
dad's with a slut