'Shut it, bitch!' He shouts. He's
been out drinking again. As
always, but who am I to doubt.
Oh yeah, I'm his 'little girl'.
The one he punches, rapes,
hurts and criticises and
causes to hurl.
I bite my lip as I hear my
mother scream out in pain. 'Mamma, I wish I could help
you.." I mutter, but then he'd
hit the both of us again.
I feel warm arms wrap
themselves around me.
Looking up I see the warm
caring eyes of my model like
older sister."I got you, it's
okay. I'm here little sister"
She tells me. But I know it's
a lie. He got to her bed too.
That's why big sister always
has to go to the loo. We both
sat there, shaking in fear.
Hearing our mother's screams
but not daring to go near.
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Based on a true story. But I'm glad my friend and her sister got out. Their mom too. So you see, everyone needs help they're just too afraid to ask.
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