Nothing special..that's exactly what she was. Short, shades too dark to be considered beautiful, musclar built definitely not sexy, harsh disposition. All the markings of a child that didn't have much going on. Yet those roaming eyes of men sought her out.
"Stay quiet", "don't tell a soul, "don't fight me" words whispered behind ground teeth with his hands between her thighs. Scared she keeps quiet. But you're my uncle, she thought. Was he really? Her aunts boyfriend, well one of them.
Her mother always says, "listen to your aunty and uncle, do what they say always, don't talk back" so she does as she is told.
she's watching it all unfold from a birds eye view. Unattached and untethered from it all. This is her reality and she wants nothing more than to escape it all.
Her name, heaven. A place of beauty, majestic, where this so called God lives with his beautiful angels that protect you from harm. Where is this God, where are his angels? she thought begrudgingly.
She receives a slap to the face, "here, you stay here!. Her "uncle" grumbles as he pushes his fingers into her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Tears stream down her face. She hears more than feels his shudder of release.
"Get up heaven you'll be late for school", he shouts.
She jumps into action. I can't be late for school mum won't be happy about that, She thought.
Back to the fantasy she goes. Smile, laugh, be exactly what they need you to be. But who are you really.
A/N this is something I wrote and just found it back I'm not sure if it's going to grow into anything more than it is now but I thought it should be published somewhere. I apologize in advance it is stirs up bad memories but writing can be a way to help you heal.
Peace, love, hair grease
Lindi
