Tears still flowing endlessly from my eyes I scream off the top of my lungs. Why can't things just get better? Can I ever be happy for once? Even one glimpse of happiness would be relieving; can't I just smile once? Not a fake smile but a real genuine smile filled with joy and happiness. That's all I ask for. Is that to much? ....
I run over too my mom wrapping my arms around her, hugging her tight, crying into her stomach. "Mom I am so tired of living this way!", I said. "I know honey, I know, but we will get through this. I promise.", she comfortingly said. We sat there hand in hand wrapped around each other for quite a while. This was so comforting. I haven't been able to do this in such a long time and it's even better because I never thought that I would be able to do it again. You never really truly appreciate what you have until its gone. I know that's over said but it is beyond true and it took something really severe to make me realize that.
We heard another loud noise. Looking around to see where the noise came from I notice a dark shadow making its way over to us. "Well.. Well.. Well..", a familiar voice said. As the shadow came closer I realized who it was. Ugh my horrible father back like he said he would be. I sigh rolling my eyes hating the presence of him. He walked toward my mom tying her back up and taping her mouth shut. He came walking toward me. I began stepping back and back until I was pressed against the cement wall. He kept coming closer until he was less than an inch away from my face. Fear of what he might do i kept my mouth shut. He placed a smirk on his face winking at me. He began kissing my neck and making his way up to my lips. I try and jerk away but my face was forced still. He pressed his lips against mine. Tears began streaming down my face. He looked up noticing my crying and started laughing. Disgusted by his actions I spit in his face. I know I shouldn't have done that. Why did I do that? I couldn't help myself. Lifting his hand up he whacked me in the face extremely hard causing me to fall to the ground.
I could feel his hands rummaging all over my body ripping at my clothes. Pulling my clothes off and then his; he came close to me holding me down, forcing himself inside me. I let out a scream. Tears streaming down my face as he began to go faster and faster. I tried to escape from his grip but It was useless. He slapped me across the face saying, "stay still you little slut!' I knew I couldn't win this fight so I decided to let him finish no matter how much it pained me. For what seemed like hours I layed there waiting until the nasty bastard was finished. He finally was finished. Looking up at him with the most disgusted expression he winked at me.
Just when I thought he was done with me he began holding me down. Tying up my legs and then my hands before placing a kiss on my lips. He laughed while placing the tape over my mouth.
He started making his way toward my mother untying her and untaping her mouth. Aggressively ripping off her clothes he shoves himself inside her. Tears flowing out of my eyes at the sight of this. "Stop it you disgusting bastard!", my mom screamed. He laughed at her and began going faster and harder. When he was finally finished he stood up winking at both of us and walked away.
My mom ran toward me untying me and untaping my mouth. "Put your clothes back on honey.", she said. I rushed and put my clothes back on and she did the same. I ran to my mom hugging her tight crying into her shoulders.
I notice another envelope in the same place I had found the other one. I walk toward it picking it up and opening it. Reading it out loud so that my mom could hear, it read: Thanks for the lovely treat sluts. Next time we will try something a little different ;) Be ready bitches.."
I began screaming and crying. Why me? Why us? Why any of this? ........
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Short StoryDear Diary, Every morning I wake up wishing I could be some where else. Why do I have to get put through this? I'm tired of getting beaten and abused by my god awful mother and father. The sound of the belt slamming down on my bare skin... the feeli...