Everything is a blur and i cant see anything. All i can make out is the anger on my fathers face while he hits me repeatedly. Grunts escape his filthy mouth. I feel numb, so numb. He continues to beat over the already abused and marked skin from two nights ago. I struggle to not fight back knowing what would happen if i even dared. Between each hit he shouts a hurtful comment "weak bitch".. "suck it up" I cant help but to burst into tears which makes him hit even harder. He grabs a fist full of my hair and swings me across the room meaning he is done, for now.
"Sky? Sky! Skylynn wake up!" Im woken from my disusting dream.. no nightmare. "Honey are you ok? do you want to talk about it? Hes gone sky he cant hurt you anymore." my mom breathes into my damp hair. i cry into her shoulder as she rocks me and we both fall into a heavy sleep knowing im safe in her arms.
