Hidden (Matt Espinosa)

four

I heard footsteps and George appeared in the small patch of light.

"I told you I wasn't done with you."

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I get up from the kitchen table and look him in the eyes, "Leave me alone."

He walks a little bit closer as he shakes his head no, "No, I told you I wasn't done, and this time your little brother isn't going to stop me."

I back up as he got closer. Before I gave the chance to defend myself in any way he grabs my arm and I let out a scream. He side-kicks my leg and I fall to the ground, hard.

"Make another sound and your dead."

I let a tear fall down my face and hit the floor.

He bends down and caresses my cheek.

"There there sweetie, daddy will make it all better."

I spit in his face, "Your not my daddy."

He lifts me up by my neck and slams my back against the wall.

"If you think your going to get away with disrespecting me, your wrong."

I bat my arms at him, trying to get him to loosen the grip he has on my neck.

Finally he let's go and I fall to the floor gasping for air.

When I finally catch my breathe he says, "Now get up, and take off your clothes."

I get up but shake my head, "No."

He steps closer and gets in my face, "I said take off your clothes."

"You can't make me."

He takes another step closer to where our faces are merely two inches apart, "Take. Them. Off."

I let a small whimper escape from my quivering lips and nod.

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I wake up the next morning to the chill that pierces my skin.

I'm laying on the kitchen floor, almost bare naked.

I look around and grab my clothes, putting them back on myself.

The sun pours through the window just above the sink. I can hear the loud and obnoxious beep from my phone that was still in my room.

I get up but instantly fall back down.

Below my waist feels as if I was hit by a train.

After a few minutes of trying not to cry as the pain passes I use the table to get up and steady myself.

I limp down the hallway and into my room, grabbing my phone and turn it off.

I hear a cough come from Jonah and I instantly look to him.

He's leaning over the bed, puking up blood.

I hobble over to him as fast as I can and kneel down to the best of my ability.

I place my hand on his smooth head and start rubbing small circles with my thumb, "Jonah what's wrong, are you okay?"

He shakes his head no and pukes more up, "I'm gonna throw on some clothes and brush my hair, hang tight I'll bring you to the hospital soon."

He nods and lays himself back down.

I go over to my dresser and grab a pair of black athletic shorts along with a t-shirt.

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I walk into the bathroom and stripped down.