BROKEN By: RONNEA STILES

Queen

                                     Queen 1

His left hand felt so large and cold as it swiftly came across my face, resulting in the left side of my face hurting agonizingly. I collapsed to the floor falling out of the chair. I landed hard on the hardwood floor. My hair went from bouncy curls to sweaty strands hanging from my head. I scooted back at the sound of his huge size thirteen feet stomping and vibrating the ground closer and closer as he progressed towards me. He boisterously yelled, cursed, and screamed at me and swore he'd kill me and I, without a doubt knew he would with no hesitation. I kept quickly scooting back more and more until there was no where else to scoot except the wooden door. I hit the back of my head on the door knob making another place that hurts. I squinted to see him still coming towards me loudly yelling , "Yell at me again you little bitch!"
Automatically on instinct I responded
"Daddy I'm sorry!"
He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to his room. I kicked and squirmed but his hands were so powerful.
"Sorry".
I yelled back and forth. He didn't seem to listen or care. He picked me up and threw me on his bed. His dark face and cold pretentious eyes stared me down as he pinned me to his bed. He lifted up my long sway blue dress. I screamed.
"Shutup you little bitch!"
He smacked me hard in my face as tears rolled down my eyes. Not again I thought. As the feeling of salty tears rolled down my eyes and the feeling of his cold hands on my heated body slowly and aggressively pulling my panties down I repeatedly thought
"I need to get out of here".
But how? He finished pulling my panties down and started working on pulling his pants down. I could feel his hot and low breath as he was breathing rapidly. I knew he enjoyed doing this from the satisfied look on his face.
"Relax baby girl".
He whispered in my ear. He start to put his hands down my thigh, every finger of his felt like fire on my skin. It burned my insides. I looked around his dark cold room as sweat dripped down my forehead. I then spotted a lamp on his dresser as he kissed on my neck. I traced my fingers along the black cord. His breaths were getting louder now as he shoved himself inside of me. I wailed loud in pain, before I knew it I picked up the lamp and hit it across his head hard. He shrieked in an uproar stumbling back in pain from being hit with the lamp and he fell. In a panic I hurried and pulled my panties up and ran out of the house as fast as I could. I ran fast as rain pondered on my skin. I didn't know where to go. I looked to my left, I looked to my right but nothing, not a thing was insight. That's when I heard him calling me.
"Queen baby girl . . . Getcho ass back here!"
I didn't look back instead, I ran faster. I ran across a big church. The rain soaked my body I didn't know where to go. So I walked back to the church I passed.