I slowly put my hand on the door knob and looked at my mom and Kaleb with a "This is it" expression on my face. I wrap my hand around the knob and twisted it pausing before I pulled the door open....
I wonder what it might be ? what it might lead too? Is it finally our freedom?..
I pulled the door open and took a step inside. It definetly Didnt lead to the outside. It was another room. I looked around to see what was in the room, to see what was all over the walls...
I noticed pictures all over the walls of a girl. I was to far away to see who it was so I moved closer to get a better look. .
Oh my gosh! they were of me. Not just normal pictures but pictures of what he does to me. when he beats and rapes me.
What kind of sick minded man does that? Its already bad enough that he abuses me but he's got to take pictures of it too ?
Ugh I can't take this anymore. I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes. I just couldn't hold them in anymore. disappointment after disappointment. Nothing ever goes right!
I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my face screaming , "this was suppose to be our freedom! we were suppose to get out of this! why can't I just get one thing right in my life ?"
Kaleb and my mom came walking over to me. They both bent down and pulled me up to my fight. "Honey calm down! I know you're upset. we all are but freaking out and giving up will get you and us no where.", my mom comfortingly said. "I know mom but I just have been through so much and nothing ever goes right.", I replied.
Kaleb reached around and hugged me really tight trying to make me feel better. Feeling his arms tightly wrapped around my waist made me feel so, I don't know. I can't really describe the feeling it gives me, or he gives me. To have a man not take advantage of me and actually care about me was unbelievable. I could feel butterflies in my stomach...
I reached around and hugged him back. this feeling was incredible! ...
We heard a noise coming from the room we had just came from. I take a look at both Kaleb and my mom terrified of what is to come. Now that we tried to escape and failed who knows what's in store for us.....
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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...