My Haunting Thoughts

Waking up.

The loud screams. The fear in my eyes. The depth in his voice. His tight grip on my arm. Terrified. I'm unable to get free. I scream loudly and try to get away. He tightens his grip as I yell. I need help. My eyes scrambling the room. It's just us. No one else is home. Damn.

But daddy.. I thought I was your little girl? Why hurt me? I only wanted to be your princess. Weren't fathers suppose to treat their daughters like actual princesses? I guess its not like the movies. Instead I'm being screamed at for not cleaning up after myself. I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to upset you. Please just let me go.

It hurts daddy. My back. Where you hit me with your belt. What was so bad that I deserved this for? Please no more daddy. Its bleeding. It stings.

We both heard a car pull into the driveway. Mom? Oh mom, please save your little girl from this monster. I can't take it anymore. I hear the side door opening and then so does my mouth. Screaming for my life. My dad looks astonished. He stomps his feet over to me then wraps his hand around my neck..

Mom storms into the house terrified of what is yet to come. She comes around the corner, stops and stares at her lover. Realizing what he has done. Hurt her little girl. Why? Is the only thing she could ask herself. Why would her ever do this?

As he raises his hand to me once more all that anyone can hear are mothers screams, as she pleeds for him to stop.

Shooting up from the terrible dream. I cover my eyes while I shake softly. Terrified of my very own past. Sweat covers my back as I sway myself softly. I look around the room and o my side. Seeing that I've only woken up my own love. Just like every other night.

I sigh and lay back down, close to him as I look into his eyes. While he wraps an arm around me, only to pull me closer. I run my hand through his hair. Apologizing. He shakes his hear and softly whispers how much he loves me. Reminding me that there are select few out there, that truly care. That won't yell or scream. That won't make a ball of their fist and swing.

I had to open my eyes to realize that. For so long I was sleeping in the past. But I've had people around to wake me up from that dark time. To guide me along to through the pain and hurt. All from my past. Not everyone is like my terrible father. But oh, are there people out there identical to him.

As well as my love. There are ones like him as well. Remember, don't sleep through pain. Find someone to help guide you through it.