Whats Gone Is Gone

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Hi, I don't think you know me but I come from a long way. I saw things at a very young age, and wish to never remember then again in my dreams. But I can tell this story over and over like it was just yesterday. Sister and I was living on the farm doing the chorus that we mainly do each and everyday. I enjoyed it much , but not when daddy comes home. It seems like every night there's a problem between him and mama. He come home late til dawn, I be cuddle up with my sister trying to forget all what had happen. Then All you can hear is a WHAP! mama got hit by daddy. So many nights as it goes by , I started hating my father at a young age. Then one day it all happened, something I never expected before. Mama and sister where out milking the cows as I was still inside,  getting ready for the day. My father came up stairs with a half drunken beer bottle in one hand and his leather belt in the other. I thought he was going to beat me, but he did something much worst to make me never forget. That day my father dragged me by the hair out of the bathroom into his room throwing me on the bed. Penning me down onto the bed throwing the beer bottle onto the floor. Using the belt to tie me up so I couldn't move. Finally he pulled down his pants, pulling pull my night gown. Shoving himself into me as I cry myself for help there was no one there to help me. After he was done he yelled at me to get to the farming, then whisoered in ny ear to keep shut. I never felt so miserable as a 10 year old. Years pasted I'm 21 now never had a boyfriend. Not after 11 years ago, not what my daddy did god rest his soul. After what my mama and sister did to him, the day I regret mama was still with him after so many painful nights. Never got help now mama and sister are in jail until they are free at last. I been on my owe now since the age 15, been taking care of myself through times I get scared to talk to any boys. As the dreams haunt me at night I'm still able to go through the pain each day. You might not know my name, but there's my story. Don't feel sad things happen on family farms but as my days go by I will be just fine.

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