Looking For Relief

Callie's POV:

He pushed me up against the wall, while yanking at the hem of my olive tinted shirt. I was trying to fight back by kicking and punching, but it was no use, he was too strong. He ripped my shirt off and was clawing at my Miss-me jeans.

"Stop fighting you little whore and it will be enjoyable." he said.

He was wrong, nothing could make this enjoyable. I just wanted it to be over. He had taken my pants off now, he was pulling down my underwear.  He threw me on the bed and I hit my head againtst the bed post. I let out a whimper but he didn't stop. I felt hot tears going down my face. I knew when I cried it only made it worse but I couln't stop the tears.

"Stop crying like a little girl. Now unbuckle my pants, so the real fun can start!" he demanded.

I couldn't move my body. I laid there fragile and still; I was hopeless knowing I couldn't do anything to stop what was happening .. again.

He slapped me with his large callused hand taking me out of my useless thoughts.

"Now, You Little Bitch!" he yelled.

I tugged his pants off while shaking. He hit me twice as I was trying to take them off shooting agonizing pain against my tear stained cheek. I knew what was coming next; I shut my eyes and tried to picture the day my dad and I went to the zoo when I was a child. It didn't help.

He had one hand on my neck and the other on my waist squeezing so hard I knew I was going to have bruises. I was hoping my mom would come home and stop it. I hated when he got drunk because it would always lead to this. He snapped me out of my thoughts as he started to pull on my long ponytail. His pulls were so strong I thought he was going to pull out all my hair. The grunts coming out of his mouth made me want to throw up. I could smell the liquor on his foul breath.

"Callie wake up sweetie! I hate seeing you like this! Why do you keep having these nightmares!?" I woke up to my mom agressively shaking me with the look of worry, pain, and confusion in her clear blue eyes.

My pillow and I were drenched in sweat from the horrible nightmare.

This was the second time this week that I have had this nightmare. I wish I could stop them but I can never wake myself up. Presumably due to the fact that it was very much my reality.

"Are you okay?, do you want to talk abou-" 

"Yes I'm fine, and I can't even remember what happened." I've always been an exceptional liar. I feel like it helps me hide my feelings, which I tend to do a lot. "Get out please, it's my first day as a senior and I don't want to be late."

My mom looks taken back by the way I pushed her away, but I can't stand to see her act like she takes so much interest in how I feel. It's her fault these nightmares happen in the first place. If she wasn't always so busy with her career and was home more often she could prevent all of this. She should be the one with me at night and throughout the day. Not .. him. 

"Okay Cal, call me if you need anything. I'm headed to work, love you bunches and have a great day at school!" she calls out as she walks out of my bedroom shutting the door behind her.

"Bye."

I hate how I treat her because she truly is the one of the kindest people I know, but she's so oblivious to .. him. And I hate her for that. 

I pace over to my bathroom and turn on my shower while stepping out of my pajamas. After I start seeing the steam I step into the shower fully submerging myself into the scalding pellets that hit my body.