Mousy

5 Willow Ambrosia

"My name is Willow Ambrosia. My parents who abused me for years are Richard Ambrosia and Wendy Ambrosia. It started when I was six," I pause wincing at the doctor who's swapping for any residue between my legs.

"I was cleaning the windows, it was one of my few chores back then, and I missed a smudge. My dad noticed and rubbed my face against the glass until I begged for him to stop. When he let go I noticed he pulled out some of my hair. As I got older, I got more chores and my parents got wors-" I got interrupted by the lady officer.

"Can you be more specific please? Also use their names if you can. It's easier for me to file."

"Oh, uhm, yeah alright. My chores up to date are washing the windows, the dishes, vacuuming all of the rooms, making mine and their bed, making the food, sweeping and laundry. When I was ten, my da- Richard came home with another woman drunk.

Wendy was pissed. She resulted into drinking and getting high. Eventually she changed. She wasn't always mean she was the good guy until she changed for him. Wendy wanted to keep him happy and loving her so she did whatever he wanted.

Even if it was beating their own daughter. I thought it was hell until that awful night happened. I wanted to die," I say softly and wipe my eyes. Come on Willow, don't start crying you made it this far. You already had one breakdown yesterday and made a fool out of yourself don't do it again.

I continue to tell them the story of when Richard first raped me. As I went on, I started remembering it more and more.

I was coming home from school and I was late. I stopped by the library on my way to the house to get a book for an assignment. I thought I would only get slapped around a little over it.

That wasn't the case this time. The moment I came in, I got hit over the head with something.

I woke up with a sock stuffed in my mouth tied up on their bed. My arms and legs were tied to their bed frame and I started panicking. How I could tell was I was in their bed was by the blanket; it was softer than mine and it smelled fresh.

They came in laughing. It was dark and I couldn't see where they were. But I could hear and smell them. They stunk like booze.

When I felt his rough hand on my thigh, I nearly pissed myself. Wendy told me how I've been bad. I forgot one of my chores and did another wrong. On top of that I was dressing "sluty". I was wearing a pair of worn out shorts and a t-shirt. It was a warm day.

She said if I was going to dress like a slut I was going to be treated like one. She told me I wasn't any better than the hoes Richard brings home.

Someone slapped me, I wasn't sure who and I'm still not sure, and it stung. Tears started rolling down my face when I felt Richard unbutton my shorts. He put one hand down my underwear and the other on one breast.

It felt like hours until he let go. Richard got on the bed and pulled down my shorts. He ripped off my underwear and

"We should take a break. Are you thirsty? I can buy a Snapple for you. My favorite is the pink lemonade," the nice lady officer offers.

"He raped me one more time after that. I thought he got over it until a couple of days ago. I messed up on cleaning the dishes; that's why they tried killing me.

I have two questions. Is this evidence thing done and what's Snapple?"