Years and years and even more years. Abuse doesn't stop, the abuser never gets tired, it just keeps going and it gets worse and nothing ever heals. Everyday he gets home, drunken off of his own foolishness. When he doesn't get what he wants he hits me, and when he doesn't get what he thinks he needs he throws me. I am stuck inside of a tornado that keeps spinning me around into a world that I do not belong in.
I wake up each day hoping that it will bring something better. Each time he hits me worse and worse and says that he's sorry, he even crys saying how much he's sorry. He says he's sorry and that it'll never happen again, when I know good and damn well that he will never change. For some reason he's afraid to lose me, he feels like I'm the only thing that keeps him together. I take a deep breathe, and say things will get better. They don't get better and he hits me and kicks me and throws down the stairs.
Then I get the amazingly awful news "you're pregnant". I hold unto the painful knowledge that I will bring a child into this world that will share my same fate. I have the baby and take her far away. I raise her in a new life thinking that maybe we'll be safe. I know we won't, or at least I won't.
I send her far away with my sister in a place he will never find her. I tell her that she is in charge of her own life. As I return home he's waiting for me, demanding where his property went. For once I stand up for myself and it all goes black.
