Well, where do I begin...maybe I could start when I was seven ...maybe you would then understand my pain...my sorrow......
Crash! Thud! That was the sound of my mom's head being slammed into her mirror by my dad. The sound always sickened me.
Tonight was like every other Sunday night. You see we go to a Catholic church, and when my father was a little boy he was molested by the priest. He never told anyone. My grandparents were strict Catholic no-nonsense people. My father was very close to my grandfather, and before he died it was his dying wish that all of his children attend Sunday mass every Sunday. My father still struggles with the loss of his father and his inner demons regarding his abusive childhood. He hates mass with a burning passion. He hides a vodka under his driver's seat in our car and starts drinking as soon as we exit the church. By the time we get home we have survived his drunk driving, but now its time to survive his drunken rage. ~
Me and my little sister Didi, are hiding underneath my mattress again. After my dad's done with my mom I'm next. I've learned that after he's done beating her he gets a bit tired and doesn't like having to hunt me down. If I go to him the beating is less. Didi has never been beaten she always gets a pass. Never been slapped, punched, or kicked in her whole life. Lucky...
By now she's fallen asleep and I'm cradling her in my arms. Swigging her back and forth to and fro.
I've been thinking about leaving. You know going away for a while. That bastard better not touche Didi though.
If he does I'll haunt him... and kill him.
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§ Darling §
Teen FictionDarling (Darli) Belladona Kingsley used to be abused. One day she decides that she's had enough. Four years later she finds herself a prostitute with no place to really call home. She's been in jail twice and raped 3 times. The only real person s...
