The Suffer of the Silenced

suffer of the silenced part 2- complete

The next morning I couldn't look at anyone. I ran out of the house and didn't stop until I was at safely at school. I used any distraction from my home life, school was a paradise comparatively.

As I walked into the old brick building, I was too scared to look any one in the eyes, I bowed my head and didn't speak, afraid that somehow someone could look at me and see what happened the night before.

Before I knew it, I heard the last bell of the day. I didn't want to go home. I wished I had a reason to stay for even an hour longer. If I was home late though my father would hit me, and do other things, as punishment.

Sadly, I had no where to go anyway. I had no friends; I separated me from the other kids. I was too scared to even think about what would happen if someone came home with me. My father would beat me and do something awful to the poor girl I brought along.

I knew none of my family either; my father never let me or my sister meet any of them. He said that his family was all fighting, and it was not a good situation to walk into. He said he was protecting us from seeing any of that, which I knew was all a lie.

I knew he kept us separated because he feared us having enough power to tell anyone. He was afraid that he might snap and begin beating us in front of someone and everyone would know our secret and help. He wanted us to himself so he could control us with no fear at all. He even refused to buy me a car when I was able to drive because he said that I would leave him.

I started walking up the familiar road towards home. I took as long as I possibly could, but soon I was standing in our front yard. I opened the gate and started up the walkway.

Our house looked so peaceful on the outside, like the perfect family lived here. It was all wooden and painted white. We had a perfectly green, polished lawn with a white fence surrounding it. A wrap around porch with two rocking chairs bordered a large black door, the entrance to my hell.

I went inside to see my father sitting at the table. "Hey honey, how are you?" He said as he looked up. I grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. "I missed you today. You left the house so fast I didn't have a chance to say goodbye." He said, still with his arm wrapped around my waist and kissed the corner of my lips.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I promise it won't happen again."

"Good, I didn't even get to kiss you good morning." He tilted my head back and smashed his lips to mine, crushing them together. He pulled one hand through my hair and the other was finding its way under my shirt.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block any tears from running lose. After a few minutes he finally finished.

It was sad that the only kiss I have ever had from a boy was given by my father. I kept my self so separated from other kids I never had anytime to meet a boy. And even if I did, I would never be able to maintain a relationship; he would not be aloud to come over, if my father found out I was seeing someone else, he would kill them. He wanted me to himself.

He smiled, but it faded as soon as my mother walked in the house. He stood up and I fell towards the floor.

"What the hell were you doing with her?" She screamed.

My father walked across the kitchen and slapped her hard in the face. "Don't dare talk to me like that!" He yelled.

My mother tried to hit him back, but he just grabbed her and threw her to the floor. Her head hit the wood with a thump and blood began pooling underneath. He jumped on her and began hitting her. Giant red spots were already appearing on her skin from where he made contact.

I ran over to try to help her, but my father pushed me back into the cabinets.

"Lillian! Get the hell out of here! Go to my bedroom!" I did as I was told this time, knowing I was doing nothing but making him more upset, which would only hurt my mother more.