Broken Soul Looking For Love

A Game Called Hell.

About four and a half hours had went by as I told them almost every story I could remember. Time seemed to fly bye up until Sam walked in with handcuffs on his wrists. At that point, I felt stuck. As if the world was frozen a long with everyone else except for Sam and I. He starred through the interrogation room window after slowly passing the door. I knew he could see me. Although I couldn't see him , I was well aware he was there. He mumbled a few things as he walked slowly past the room I was in. All I could catch was " Dumb bitch " and " I'm going to get her back for this " .
I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life. It was to the point where I just got up and told the cops I was lying about everything and to just forget about it. I didn't know what he would do to me. All I knew was if the cops were anything like my mother , they weren't going to believe me. That means I'd have to go home to every one including Sam.
At this time it was around 10:30 at night so the police finally let me go . They kept Sam in a holding cell that night so I figured I'd be okay at home. Once I got in the car with my mother, I knew it would be a long ride home.
" you're such a little bitch, you didn't have to lie for the attention Mya" . That's all I kept hearing.. Every time I heard my own mother say that to me, it just broke me down even more. I took it like a man though . I did not even shed a tear although it took everything in me to hold back the waterworks.
" If this is true, which I doubt. That means your pussy is trash because he's still fucking me little hoe. " damn. Right then and there it was over. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer . I was hysterically crying at this point. Once we got to the next red light I just got out and walked home from there that night. I remember crying the whole way home, struggling to catch my breath because I was crying so much. The walk felt like 10 hours when in reality it was less than ten minutes. I remember walking into the porch, not knowing I was about to enter the next level of hell.
All eyes were on me as I wiped my face trying to clear my vision to walk up the stairs. My mother was on the couch talking on the phone ,telling my Nana what just happened. My brother Austin and little sister were just starring at me. Austin was well aware of what just happened but it was no way Iyonnie understood a thing. Sam's son , Anthony was starring at me as well but tried to play it off. I wondered if any of them believed me.
I remember going to my room , laying down and being knocked out within five minutes. I had such an exhausting day, I couldn't wait for it to be over. Little did I know, the police station was just the start of the game. Here came the bonus level.
I woke up to my room door squeaking in the middle of the night . I didn't bother to get up to check what it was because I was so tired. I turned around and just tried falling asleep. About two minutes later I felt someone's hands rubbing up and down my back, sending chills through my body. I panicked and all I could do was cry. That was Sam's favorite thing to do. Could he be home already? How the fuck did he get released that quick? I was terrified. I turned around slowly, only to see a face that resembled Sam, although that's not who it was.
" Anthony what are you doing , what are you doing?? get out ". That's all I could say. I was shocked that he was touching me in such a way. Like father , like son huh ? He tried to shush me but I wasn't for it. I managed to get from under his grip and stand up. I was shaking. So scared at the thought of his next move. I remember hitting my head on the metal headboard as Anthony tackled me onto the bed. That made me cry even harder . He pulled at my button on my pants. He wasn't able to unbutton them because I was squirming way to much. He grabbed my face and hand so tight and looked me right in my eyes. All I remember him saying was " since my dad was in you once before, it's my turn now bitch. Let's make this a family tradition. I got uncles that want some of you too." After that , I felt so weak. I stopped fighting. I stopped moving around trying to get from under him. I surrendered at that point.
Anthony pushed deep inside me and I could taste the salty water from my tears as he went faster and moaned louder. This was really happening. Why did everything bad seem to only happen to me ? Why was I the only opponent in this game called hell? I was always good at games, but I couldn't master this one. I was such a weak player. After all I was only thirteen years old...