Nightmare of Age 14.

Night long.

          After he was done and had his way with me, I just lay there, my lip bleeding, my legs so sore I couldn't close them. My left cheek was swollen from being slapped over and over. He had gone to the bathroom and now was my chance to leave, but I couldn't even sit up. He walked in seconds later, doing up his belt buckle, my phone in his hands. He threw the phone at me and it landed by my face. I winced and he smirked.

"Tell your mom that you're staying the night with a friend," He demanded. " I can't take you back looking like that. You look hideous."

           I texted my mom, telling her that I was staying the night with Elyjah and that I had clothes over there. Her reply broke my heart. You see, you'd expect your mom to say no, and that you were supposed to be home hours ago, but no. She said "Okay baby. Be safe. Have fun. Be home by tomorrow at 5:30 p.m."

           That night was probably the longest night of my life... slapped, denied, and confused, I slept for seconds at a time, waking up every time my nightmare became clear. Every sound I heart, I braced myself for more beatings. But it never happened until I made a joke about Johnny Depp looking "incredibly hawt". He got up and kicked my side until I had no air left in my lungs; no fight left in my heart.