I finally reached home after walking, since Santiago drives, took everyone home and left me by myself. Ugh, he’s such an ass.
My thoughts were interrupted when I walked in and smelled the delicious aroma of tacos. God knows how much I love tacos.
“Hey, Aunt Nezzy.” I said
“Where were you?” she asked sternly.
“Santi made me walk home.” I said.
“I asked you for a ride home & you said you rather walk home.” Santiago lied.
“NO THAT DID NOT HAPPEN ! I walked towards your car following the others and Ximena closed the doors before I could even go in. Then YOU said ‘Your fat ass needs to lose weight anyways so walk home’ and then drove off and Mateo was laughing at me.” I said getting angry.
“Mom you believe this? It’s funny how people can make up things on the spot like that. It’s amazing” Santiago said.
“YOU KNOW WHAT? IM SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU !!!!!” I screamed as I lunged at Santiago.
I started punching and kicking him then I felt hands pulling me back. All I saw was a quick glimpse of who pulled me, which was Ximena, Xanella, Sophia, Jose and Marco. They started jumping and then Santiago jumped in and hit me too, giving me a black eye. Aunt Nezzy and Mateo just sat and watched as they got off of me. Then the utterly most disrespectful thing happened -- Santiago spit on me and said “Don’t EVER in your life try that shit with me or you’ll get effed up even worse than you already look.” Then he walked away.
I crawled to the bathroom and just looked at myself. I looked HIDEOUS. All the scratches and scars I had all over my face arms and legs-- I just broke down and cried. Is this what my life is going to be like now ? Is this even life ? Sometimes all I want to do is go to heaven to be with my parents and be happy. I know they’re in heaven watching this ridiculousness.
As I set the water to take my nightly shower, the water stung so badly I just decided to fill the tub up and take a bath. Soon as I sat in there for a few minutes the water changed to a slightly reddish color. Right now, all I could thing about was what if my parents were alive? What if Chris saw me like this? How would he react? Me, myself doesn’t even know how to react clearly and it’s MY situation.
I just sat there in a daze when the door randomly flew open. Who was at the door? Jose… He had a look of lust and rage in his eyes, It creeped me out. There really was no way to run out and plus I’m naked, in a tub. Not a good scene.
“Hi.” He said not taking his eyes off me.
“What do you want, Jose?” I asked bluntly.
“You.” He said in a daze, almost possessive.
“Wha—“I got cut off as he picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room.
“Put me down.” I said sternly.
“Oh I’ll put it down alright.” He said lustfully as he took off his belt and pulled down his pants.
Regardless of the abuse from Uncle Ernesto, I never had been so scared. Like Uncle was one thing, but this is Jose. I don’t know what possessed him to do this but he did. I just … don’t why they hate me so much to harm me like this.
“Jose get off me.” I said struggling to push him off.
“You’re going to take this and like it. Don’t make me hurt you.” He growled as he had his hand on my neck.
… He raped me.
It one of the most horrifying experiences in my life. Like… out of all of them, Jose? I just couldn’t wrap my head around. Honestly, I felt so low... so dirty. Very worthless.
No one loves me. It’s just me all by myself to survive out here. I have no family.
