I Need Him ✔

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Dedicated to darknite_brightday

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Malia's POV

I stood up since death seemed to also like seeing me being punished. Why won't it just come and take me away?

I feel so weak and pathetic  that bastard stole what was precious to me and its all my fault because I couldn't stop him, I couldn't fight no its not that I didn't fight its because I didn't try harder.

I'm useless, worthless and mostly I'm 'WEAK'.

I stepped into the room, took a towel from my closet and draped it around my body, I was about to pull a shirt over my head when the door flung open and there was no time to see who it was,  all I knew was my body was flying somewhere and when it landed on the bed, I closed my eyes and prayed, hoping that it was not who I thought it was.

I can't be raped twice in one night. Can I?, it could happen if I didn't retaliate this time.

"You bitch, how could you?"

That was my mom, I sat up immediately, how could I what?

My face was scrunched up in confusion, she darted towards me and slapped me hard.

Her action sent me lying down back on the bed. I sat up again tears glistening my eyes.

"What did I do mom?" My voice quivered.

She laughed for a second then proceeded to grab a hold of my hair, dragging me down to the ground.

My hand clutched hers, begging and crying for her to let me go but she didn't. I wasn't surprised this wasn't the first time my pleas went unheard.

She pulled me to my feet with my hair and spat in my face.

"How can you force someone old enough to be your father to have sex with you".

Those words she said felt like a big slap to my face, speaking of the devil, Charlie was smirking behind her.

He lied, he told her lies and she believed it. I might as well say I don't know who the woman in front of me is.

Not anymore, she's not the mother I knew or thought I knew.

"I-i d-di-" I stammered and wasn't able to complete  my sentence because of the blow to my tummy.

I landed on my knees hard, yelling due to the  pains that I could feel because of the contact it made with the floor.

She kept on punching , kicking and slapping while the bastard was smirking, he was amused .

I was quite sure the towel was no longer on my body because I could feel the contact made from each punch and kick, the bastard had a beautiful view of my body causing me to shiver in discomfort.

She didn't stop her assault, she kept on hitting me like I meant nothing to her. Like she hadn't bore me or raised me.

Finally it stopped, everything stopped. The kicks the punches, everything.

I couldn't cry, but held on to my tummy.

How can she be stronger than me? How can she posses so much strength in her little body? Whereas she's strong and I'm just a weakling, I got no support.

She's right about one thing though I'm really useless.

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The morning sun shun bright and I laughed sadly, even the sky was mocking me.

Telling me I wasn't as bright as it, I struggled to get up and when I did, I fell back down.