Inconsiderate

8

Nyla
*2 weeks later*

It was the evening and I was in my bedroom legs crossed chewing on a pen lid a big pet peeve of mine I was awaiting my mother,it was getting dark I was trying not to care that she wasn't safe and sound but that's hard.

The small pink alarm clock I brought with my own savings flashes 6:00 in big red digital numbers almost as if it's goading me telling me she doesn't care about your well-being looking out of the small bedroom window that doesn't open anymore I see the thugs standing out side and the odd women selling their body.

"Nyla dear" My mother shouts from downstairs I was so in thought I didn't even realise she was home what type of daughter is that rushing downstairs my cheeks rushed with colour.

"Look who I have brought home!"Her hands wave crazily in the air as if she's won the lottery my face crumples in confusion.

It's Jacob he's always around always eating the minimum food we have scoffing his face always staring at me occasionally he would touch me when my mom's not looking which is never and it's painful and I have to stay mute or he will kill my mother his words not mine and I would rather get touched then my mother being killed.

He licks his lips eye-raping me a slit artfully on his eyebrow he looks in his 30's but could easily pass for a 20 and he knows it but he doesn't fool me they..don't fool me.

"So how much for her?" He says nodding his head towards me my mother raises her eyebrow looking at me studying me.

"Why would you want her for?"

"She's young sexy her coochie will be fresh everything a real woman couldn't give me and I've been waiting for a loong time for her"

Jacob rubs his beard smirking at me he knows he's won it doesn't take a idiot to see I feel sick too sick I'm 13 surely my mother wouldn't do this she can't it's not fair I don't want to be used for her jobs.

She shrugs her shoulders her eyes fixated onto mine she knows exactly what I'm thinking and she's ignoring it.

"Sure take her"

That night was Day 1 of the abuse and it's never stopped it's still going on just in the dark no-one knows I'm damaged hurt.

My cheeks are left un-stained and my heart cold as always why should i cry when I could of stopped this years ago?

Miss Edgar stares at me her ebony hair falling in ringlets on her shoulders she's speechless her unique grey eyes are clouded with sadness she feels sorry for me the last thing I want.

"You've been through a lot Nyla why dismiss it your strong fearless it takes women such a long time to over come sexual abuse in-fact I'm sure anyone that goes through rape never gets over it I'm merely sure that it stays with them Forever"

"Me strong?.your wrong strong is Nelson Mandela,Rosa Parks,Martin Luther king the survious from the holocaust the million of Jews that were thrown in the gas chambers the Family members that have to worry about there teenagers that are not going to be found because no one cares if your black or not anymore"

"You're the one that's wrong strong comes in different shape and sizes your strong fearless and blunt if you was weak you wouldn't be sat here telling your story to a stingy counsellor I'm not saying people are weak for crying but your special Nyla you just need to find out why"