The Diary of Mariah Smith

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12 year old Mariah Smith sat in the small pitch black closet biting her fingernails down to the bone. It had been 2 whole days since her mother Melody punished her for chewing bubble gum in the house.
"Let me out! Let me out," cries Mariah.
"Bitch, if you don't shut the fuck up!"
Mariah stuck her bloody, boney fingers underneath the door, "Momma, I'm sorry. Please let me out. Please! I don't want to look like Daddy. I want to look like you."
When Mariah mentions the word Daddy, Melody hurries and unlocks the door. Mariah turns the door knob and crawls out into the living room. The brightness of the light made it hard for her to see. Mariah is what you call redbone, or better known as easy to bruise. She had on a dirty, long, white T-shirt that is drenched in blood due to her girl problems.
"Mariah, this is your Uncle Jimmy, be polite and greet him like I trained you," Melody says. Mariah grabs the wall for support as she stood up, "Will I be entertaining him Momma?" asks Mariah.
"Not today sweetheart," was her mother's reply.
Mariah walks over to Uncle Jimmy and gives him a hug and a sloppy wet kiss on the lips. Jimmy is a well known crack head in SE Washington DC. I was stunned to see him standing in Momma's living room because, one thing about my Momma, she didn't get down with crack heads.
"I have to be nice to your ass, since your pathetic excuse of a father is coming home today, but you best believe, ain't shit change Bitch! You're still living under my fucking roof! Now, take your hot ass up stairs and take a fucking bath! Your nasty ass smells like stale fish!" Melody yells behind her.
Mariah heads upstairs.
"And you better not say shit about none of this to your father! You hear me dammit?" she yells as Mariah walks up the stairs.
"Yes Momma!" Mariah yells from the back of the stairs.
With aching muscles, a growling stomach and the threats from her mother, Mariah begins to pray, "God I believe you can do anything. Thank you so much for bringing my daddy back."
Mariah goes into the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. Dried up snot, covers her nose. Her hair is matted down and covered with lint balls. Tears stain her face as she thinks about life. She lives on Buena Vista Terrance in SE Washington, D.C. Her only known friends were the roaches and mice that tuck her in at night. She was a child living a nightmare that silently screams for help but not one soul listens.
"Why?" Mariah asks herself.
She hates her skin complexion. She figures if she were dark like her Momma then maybe her mother would love her. Mariah turns on the shower and lets the water wash away her tears. "Come on Bitch. Hurry the fuck up! Don't be using all of my damn hot water!" Melody screams.
Once Mariah was done with her shower she walks into her dirty room dripping wet. Melody has the towels locked up in her room, they were for company only.
"Momma, what do you want me to put on?" Mariah yells.
Melody comes from her room with a hanger that graces the prettiest dress she had ever seen, "Here child, shit!" Melody tosses the dress on the floor and slams her bedroom door. The dress was long and light purple with a big bow tie in the front and back. "Momma never gave me anything this beautiful, Momma must love me now," Mariah says cheerfully. Mariah gets dressed and heads downstairs to wait for her father. It was a cool day in September and Mariah had been waiting for this day for a long time. She pictured it being a hot summer day, with birds singing and her dad breaking down the door taking her yo a big beautiful house. She wants him to take her to a place where she could have a normal childhood. Mariah's eyes lit up with excitement the moment she heard someone trying to turn the knob on the front door. That someone was her dad.
Mariah's father was like her superhero. She wants to be rescued. Her fathers name is Melvin Smith. He has flawless skin the color of vanilla bean ice cream. He is 6'2, and weighs 280 pounds. He's very handsome with nice strong arms and pearly white teeth.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Mariah screams and jumps up off the couch hugging him with all hee might. She inhales his scent and for that moment all her problems went away.
"Hey, how's my favorite girl?" He asks.
Mariah stops hugging him and backs away as Melody enters the living room.
"Your momma has been treating you well I see."
Mariah wants so bad to tell her dad about her momma, but with Melody standing there eyeballing her, she decides to keep her mouth shut. The last time Mariah told her father about the abuse, her father beat her mother so bad that the police came and took him away. Melody had been taking her anger out on Mariah ever since. That was 5 years ago and Melvin just got out of prison today.
"So Melvin, I know you missed me," says Melody. Melvin turns his head to give Melody a glance. Melody was beautiful with a dark complexion, nice long legs and big breasts. Her makeup was flawless. She had on a long dark purple dress, with a split on the side that stops at her mid thigh. From the outside looking in, it looks like the perfect family. Melvin walked over to Melody and rubs the side of her face, "I missed you baby, I missed you so fucking much," Melvin whispers. Melvin sticks his hand inside Melody's split, "Mmm. . . no underwear, just the way I like it," he says.
"Well fuck me Daddy," Melody moans. Melvin looks over at Mariah, "Go on, go do some stuff while I go take care of some grown folks business." Melody and Melvin head upstairs. Mariah sat down on the couch with her head down. Her growling stomach had other plans. She was starving and she didn't bother to ask her mother for permission to eat. Mariah heads straight towards the refrigerator.
"Wow, all this food! Momma said there wasn't anything to eat, what a fucking liar!" Mariah hurries and stuff a whole pack of bologna in her underwear, "Momma would never think I would do such a thing," Mariah giggles
'BOOM'
"You nasty, Bitch!"
"Melvin stop I can explain!"
"Explain what, you sick Bitch!"
"You need to be asking your daughter about that shit!"
There was a lot of commotion going on upstairs that causes Mariah to panic. Melvin runs down the stair and smacked Mariah hard in the face.
"Daddy, what did I do? I didn't do anything," Mariah cried.
"Listen, sweetheart I'm sorry for hitting you, but what the fuck were you doing in bed beside some old ass man! Don't try to lie either, I saw the pictures Mariah. Your Momma said you hid them in her pillow case!"
"No Daddy that's a lie! Momma said I had to do it if I wanted to eat. Momma gave me some pills that made me feel. . . . "
Mariah was interrupted by a loud popping sound. Melody comes out of no where and hits Melvin on the side of his head with a metal baseball bat.
"Aaugh! What the. . . "
Pop! Pop!
"You stupid. . . 'Pop'
Mother. . . 'Pop' Fucker. . ."
Melvin's body hits the floor and Melody repeats the brutal beating, but this tome towards his face. Mariah stood there as blood splatters all over the kitchen walls. Melody beat Melvin so bad that his right eye was completely hanging out the socket. Then Melody swung the bat toward her face, "Ugh. . .  ugh. . . ugh!"
Mariah was used to seeing stuff like this in her Momma's house, but her father, her heart and joy was a different story. She was terrified. Mariah wanted to help her father, but wasn't trying to end up like him. Melody continues to scream and beat herself. Mariah looked at her father and drops down to her knees, "Daddy, get up. Come on Daddy, we have to go, Daddy!" Mariah shook her father. Melvin was stiff. His face was not recognizable. Mariah quickly placed her hands on his right eye to stop the blood from pouring out. His eyeball was hanging by what looks to be a long pink vein. Mariah cries and lay on top of her father with her hands covering his face. Her beautiful purple dress was now drenched with her father's blood.
"Mariah! Mariah I know you hear me Bitch!" Melody screams.
Mariah ignored her mother's threats, "I'm the reason, God, I'm the reason. Why don't you love me? Mariah cries.