Big Girls Don't Cry

Prologue Pt. 2

Prologue (pt.2)

Bear took me into what looked like his bedroom.

"I want my Mommy," I said almost in tears.

Something just didn't feel right.

"Your mommy is busy. Now you better stop all that whining. Big girls don't cry."

He picked me up and sat me on the bed. By now I'm in full blown tears and I wish I would've moved with Daddy when he asked me to.

Bear pulled his pants down, exposing his private parts to me.

"Your mom mentioned how all you keep saying is that you're a big girl now. Well this is what big girls get into. Go ahead, touch it," he told me with an evil smirk on his face.

Choking on my tears, I shook my head, kicking him in his private and attempting to run for the door.

In school we talked about good and bad touches so I knew that would have been a VERY bad touch.

He leaned over in pain, but snatched me up just as I hit the door and threw me on the bed.

"You don't want to touch it? Fine," he grunted pulling my pants down.

He started to touch me in ways that no seven year old should have to explain.

I screamed, but no one came. The music from the other room just got louder.

Where is my mom?

Why won't she come for me?

Then it hit me-does she know about this?

I might only be seven, but I'm not dumb.

Despite my hits, kicks and screams of bloody murder, Bear continues what he's doing.

He covers my mouth, and at this point I'm all out of fight.

When he finished after what felt like years, he removed his hand and whispered in my ear "You can only blame ya trifling ass momma. Next time, tell her to have my money and we won't have this problem. Even though I wouldn't mind."

Then, ever so gently he kissed me on my cheek and said "Happy birthday, Kayla. Uncle Bear loves you" and left the room.

I felt blood go down my leg, and I just laid there, all out of tears.

No wonder Mommy promised me a fun day.

I should've known she was lying because we never do fun stuff anymore, birthday or not.

Everything hurt and I couldn't move, but I found the strength to get up.

I saw the puddle of blood, and couldn't help but think that meant a part of me died on that bed.

I slowly opened the door, peeking around the corners.

When I saw that the coast was clear, I bolted down the stairs toward the front door.