A Victims Silence

A Victims Story: Aunna

It all started when I was five, my mother left my father and I to progress in her drunken and drug addicting career as a singer. It was fun being a child with their dad. Until he started drinking, year after year it got worse and worse until I couldn't even recognize him anymore. 

I was late every first day of school, I was too busy cooking and cleaning, and getting the life beating out of me. "Damnit Aunna you shit head you can't even walk right", my dad scolded me. "Dad, I'm pigeon toed on my right foot and a paralyzed left foot". He back handed slapped me, I could taste the dirt and spilt booze on the knuckles of his hand. I fell to the ground bumping my head on the dingy title. Replying to his ignorance isn't worth the pain anymore. "Hey, get your fat ass up, and get to school! It's fucking seven o'clock and I want to have my fun time at Cooper-Cobra's today". 

I went and took a shower, a short warm shower. I scrubbed my body, feeling violated for no reason. Then, I heard a soft voice with a knock that was similar on the door, "Aunna? I know you're in there. I'll take you to school honey, I have some clothes for you. They'll be outside the door", it was my sister, Lorra, she's a decade older but we still get called twins by our similar characteristics. I turned off the water, and got out to see the drunken devil staring at me sitting on the edge of the street. I was a deer in headlights, he looked dirty and nasty. He was balding but had hair everywhere else, he looked pregnant with a ten month baby. I was disgusted just looking at him. "You are fat, and pale, and still late for school. Either get out now, or you face me". I ran for the door, the door was locked. I raddled the door more, I knew what was going to happen, but why every first day of school? He walked towards me, undoing his pants. I rushed to the corner and crouched down flinching in fear. Before he even touched me, I woke up from the residents. I teared up and started to sniffle. "He's terrible, I hate him", I cried balling tears and all. I can't stand it. "Max, your turn".