Six drawings (gmw)

The third drawing

The third drawing was of two pairs of shoes on the ground along with two shirts, jeans and leggings.

The third drawing.
My mom and David started to go out again. I avoided him a lot in the first week but I could only avoid him so much. One night, I was sitting on my bed, braiding my hair as I waited for my parents to leave when the door swung open. David told me that my mom had left and that he would be living with us for the next three days while his apartment was being painted. He closed the door behind him  pulled off my shirt. I started kicking and yelled which got me a punch to the face. He laid me down and continued to undress me and throw my close on the ground and then his. I was silent, too afraid to make another sound. That was until I felt something I had never felt before. I yelled but he punched me and than put his hand over my mouth and made me promise to never tell. I didn't tell and for another four months, I remained silent. But my mom found out. That didn't end it.

He felt a pain in his stomach. The girl he had known for so long had written these words. They told the secrets of her life. He had never suspected a thing.
"Dad?" Cory looked over at Riley, tears and in his eyes. He looked at his daughter, so thankful that she had not experienced anything like that and hoping that she never would.
"I'm okay, Riley. Are you?"
"I need to talk to her."
"I promise that they will let you as soon as they can."
"I can't help but feel like she has some control over this. I need her to know that she needs to have hope."
"You've taught her that, Riley. You taught her how to and you taught her why she needs to. We have to trust her."
"Lucas trusted her and she lied." She stood up. "She said it wasn't a hickey. It was."
"Sit down, Riley. We can't do anything right now. Be patient." Riley sat back down and Cory hugged her for a long time before going onto the fourth drawing.