I lay in my bed contemplating whether I've changed for the better. I really do like Carter, and I've begun to trust him, but I'm still scared. He has only ever trusted me, and I want him to hold me like he did before he left. The way he hugged me to his body and the way he kissed my neck. He made me feel alive. I want to be near him, but I still worry about the possibility of a negative outcome.
I feel my eyes droop, and I fall asleep with a memory tugging at the back of my mind.
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"Don't hurt me," the little girl cries.
The man storms into the small room and stomps over to her. She is crouching on her bed, wearing an overly large t-shirt that drapes over her knees. She sobs into her hands, and her body trembles.
Her room seems plain, as if the life has been drained from it. The walls are a depressing lavender and the blanket that covers her bed is old and torn.
He reaches her and grabs a fist full of her long brown hair. He yanks it up and a cry escapes her mouth. He pulls her off of the bed and slams her back against the wooden frame. She doesn't say another word as he twists his hand into her shirt.
She cringes her face as he leans in close to her, his hair the same dark shade as hers.
"Have you told her anything?" he whispers.
She doesn't answer, but the tears continue to leak down her cheek.
"Have you?" he yells this time, throwing a glass beer bottle across the room. It shatters against the wall, and the glass shards fall to the floor. She jerks back, but he keeps a tight grip on her.
"No," she whimpers. He pushes her back against the bed and stands up, wobbly on his feet.
"Why are you doing this?" she asks, breaking her silence.
In one quick movement, he grabs her small body and throws her against the wall. A shout of pain is released from her lips. She helplessly squeezes her body into the wall as he stomps over to her.
The man is once again in her face, but she doesn't open her eyes as she cradles her arm, which looks broken.
"Don't question me, Emma!" he hollers in her face before slapping her. He pulls himself up and turns around.
"Yes, Daddy," she squeaks with a terrified expression.
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Silence
Teen FictionMost people know that Emma doesn't talk, but they don't know why. She doesn't really know why either, but she wants to find out. She's tired of being the shy kid. The cute new guy at school suddenly becomes interested in her, but she doesn't know i...
