This Game Called Life

Chapter 4

Still crying I closed my eyes one more time. Then after that I seen pitch black........ Here comes hell.

I woke up to a bucket of ice and water being throw on my whole body. I laid there and didn't move cause the water felt good, but when you got open wounds best believe that shit hurt. She grabbed me by the hair and started to beat on me with a belt and her fist. "I (WHACK) SAID (WHACK) 100 (WHACK WHACK) NOT FUCKING 82." "I'm sorry ma." I chocked out between hits. "Clean your ass up. Mike is coming home and he wants some." She walked out the room mad as hell and soon I heard her walk out the house. Do something!!!!! I kept yelling at myself. I tried to get up but got pulled back down cause my lower stomach was hurting. I looked around my room and spotted my jacket near the closet. I crawled towards the closet and grabbed my jacket and some sandles. I crawled towards my bed and grabbed onto the bed to help me up. I slowly got up and forced myself to walk into the bathroom. I struggled to get in the shower but I undressed myself and sat in the tub. My body shook as I turned the water on and quickly bathed myself. I'm getting the hell up out of this place tonight. I said to myself as I tried to get out the shower. When I was FINALLY done showering and getting dressed I limped back into my room and started to plan when to get the hell up outta here. I laid in my bed half asleep planning to leave tomorrow morning before they get up. I drifted of asleep smiling thinking about how good my life is finally going to be after 2 years of them controlling me and beating me. About an hour into my sleep I heard footsteps walking around the house. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, I started praying to god. Heavenly father, I know each and everyday you still working on a way to get me out this situation. I won't push you, but please send me a sign or something. In your name I pray. Amen. Nobody ever taught me how to do a prayer so....... Please. Please.Please. I kept on hoping he wouldn't come to my room. Nope. He walked in my room letting all that weed smell in with him. "I know you awake... so don't front!" he said, walking towards my bed. I closed my eyes and started shaking. Please protect this baby god, please. I said more to myself than god himself. He stepped out his Gym-Shorts, then pulled out a gun and laid it directly onto my bed stand. "Try something like last time, and I swear you ain't never gonna see the sun shine again." I turned around letting my back face him and still kept on hoping he'd just leave. He climbed into my bed and laid down behind me letting his hands roam my body. He started touching on my breast and whispered in my ear. "I see your titties getting bigger ma." and he laughed a little making me cry. His hands kept getting lower until he reached below my stomach. With no struggles, he pulled down my pajama shorts and basically ripped off my panties. Please Don't punish me god. I prayed. He played with me down there for a while then he stopped. He grabbed my arm back and put his "head" in making me jump and wince out in pain. I was still hurting from before and I think he knew. He kept pumping in and out of me harder than usual on purpose until he pulled out and started to cum all over my legs and bed sheets. I felt him getting off the bed. Something was leaking through my legs a little. He laughed, picked up his gun and was about to walk out my room. "Get rid of that damn baby, your ole hoein ass trying to put some shit like that on me Im not stupid I know for a fact you was fucking some other nigga today. I could feel that shit in yo pussy. Fuck you and that damn baby you stupid hoe. " he said, then walked out. I laid there and cried until I almost fell asleep. Fuck it. I said to myself. I'm not going through this shit no more.

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