ABUSED

It Hurts

7 years old ...

I backed up against my wall slowly pleading my mom to put the belt down. 

"Get over here." She growled making me whimper. 

"Now." Making her voice deeper. 

I obeyed before making things worse. 

She pulled me by my shirt collar and yanked me to my bed. 

"Down. Now." 

I had tears running down my face wanting my father. 

WHACK

I tried so hard not to make a sound or whimper in pain. 

But I couldn't stop the tears from falling. 

WHACK

WHACK

"AH! Mom it hurts!" I yelled trying to get away from her. 

"Get back over here!" She sneered. 

I shook my head I felt bruises forming where the belt struck. 

She pointed to where my spot was but I just kept sobbing silently until she came up to me and grabbed my arm, her long nails digging into my skin.  Having blood gush out of it making me silently cry out. 

"You do not disobey me." She spat tightening her death grip on my arm with every word. 

Throwing me to the ground she started kicking my ribs hard making me trying to protect myself with my hands and arms having them also get bruised. 

After another 10 minutes of getting beaten my mom finally went out and locked me inside my room for hours and missing dinner.

I was shivering like hell rubbing my elbows but wincing every time I touched a bruise. 

I also had to use the bathroom badly but I held it in knowing that I couldn't get out. 

I tried falling asleep but my tears just wouldn't stop falling and I felt so disgusting and uncomfortable with my bruised up body that I couldn't even lay down. 

"I wish I had a phone." I thought. 

But I already knew that that was never gonna happen. 

So I cried myself to sleep knowing that there was no one to save me from this nightmare. 

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I woke up again wincing and shivering. 

I got some of my blankets and pulled them over me trying to stay warm. 

But then hearing my mom call my name I shivered even more. 

"Coming!" I yelled. 

I then got one of my bobby-pins and unlocked my door. 

I started going down the stairs wondering what she wanted. 

I then came down the stairs finding an expression on her face that I didn't want to see. 

"What's this?" She asked and I gulped but was relieved that she didn't mind that I somehow made my way down here. 

Okay. 

I may have drinken out of our juice cart that I knew I wasn't supposed to do... but did it anyway. 

She held the fruit punch carton in her hand shaking it around with a raging expression on her face. 

"I-I-" 

"You what!?" She yelled at me and I was shaking.

"Did you drink out of this?" She asked. 

I was quiet and didn't want to answer. 

"N-no." I lied. 

"Liar!" She yelled at me. 

"I'm not lying!" I yelled back trying to sound convincing.

"Riley, I'm not dumb!" 

"I never said you were!" 

"Stop lying!" 

"I am not lying!" 

She started to growl making me back up. 

I then ran up into the bathroom and locked myself inside. 

"Agh!" I hissed.

I accidentally stab myself with a piece of glass which was near the bathroom door making me check my leg. 

The piece of glass had blood on the tip of it while I slowly tried cleaning up my bloody leg. 

I started tearing up. 

The spot where the glass stabbed was the new madly bruise that my mom gave to me 2 days ago. 

It stung and was bleeding badly. 

I started to panic and tried grabbing every towel I could find. 

I placed them on my leg cleaning up the mess. 

"Mom's gonna kill me," I whispered. 

But just thinking about it made it hurt even more. 

It hurt so bad. So much.

It hurt so much that I wanted to scream.

I wanted to punch a hole in the wall. 

I wanted to punch mom in the face. 

Because It hurts. 

It hurts to know that you have no father to protect you. 

It hurts to know that you have no friends.

 It hurts to know that you have a mother that doesn't even love you. 

It hurts

And I'm sick of it.