Used and Abused

Chapter 3

The next morning, I woke up with sweat and Jane next to me.

"Another memory with my father," I pouted and slowly started to cry."It... It was... horrible." I told her in between my sobs.

"Shh' She... You're not with you're father anymore. It's okay." She said calm and smoothly. "You want to tell me about it?"

I nodded. "My father told my mum to get out of the house before he kills me... and possibly her. He picked up a black gun and held it. I was shaking. Father told me to stop. Mum just stood there in shock. She was also afraid. Father ended killing her.."

This time, Jane looked at me worried' shocked. But she kept calm. Jane hugged me and I hide in her arms, crying.

The memory of my father abusing me and hurting my mum hurts. It feels like daggers. It will never leave me. The day I die.

Suddenly' the door opened. It was Sally another orphan. She looked so sad. So hurt. Usually she would be so jumpy.

"jane.." She said with a pout on her face.

"Yes?" Jane responded.

"The other girls... they hurt me. They slapped me and pulled my hair." This time Sally had tears streaming down her face.

"Come here and tell me which one of the girls did that to you." Jane told her.

"Are you going to hurt them?"

"No sweetheart. I wouldn't do that to any child."

I whispered to Jane, Jane why would they do that to her?

She replied, "I don't know. thats why I'm finding out who did that to her."

Jane turned her face back to Sally. "Please tell me."