Double The Trouble

"HEY IS ANYONE HOME? JIMMY? MAMA? LOGA !" I know you're wondering who the heck is Jimmy he's my evil step dad, his real name is Mitchell but he hits me if I call him that, he likes it when I call him Jimmy, it gives his little friend a raise I don't know why. Whenever he comes in my room at night he shuts the door and makes me promise not to tell mommy that he was in there, he makes touch his lower part, he said that's his little friend likes me; he told me I had to give him massages and french kiss him and he'll give me frozen yogurt. But I didn't want to so he gave me a lesson. I don't like his lessons his lessons aren't like the ones I get in school. His lessons require a belt, baby oil and me being naked. Last night Jimmy tried to make me put his friend in my mouth and I cried out for mommy she came in and shook her head do you know what she told me?

"You really have to learn to not be such a snitch, Baby, how about you teach her a lesson." She said with an evil smile on her face. "Clothes off now." I looked away from him,

"I SAID CLOTHES OFF NOW LILYANA!" I cringed no one ever called me by my first name unless I was about to get it. I slowly dropped an article of my clothing. "FASTER LILYANA BRIEL!" He demanded.

"YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT YOU'RE NOT MY DAD," I spit back.

SMACK

"Don't talk to me like i'm your peer, do you hear me? Your father is dead, he can't save you any more!" My mom gave him the baby oil he unlooped his belt, she ripped my clothes off. He whipped me repeatedly, until my skin was burning. "Don't talk unless you're spoken too!" he kicked my side, "Hey! she's still my little girl you need to calm down," I was on the ground looking up in desperation, please come home soon, Logan, he was the only person that could ever save me. "Come baby get up, he won't hurt you any more" I shrugged her off,

"Don't touch me," My voice broke, I looked into my mothers, I saw sadness overtake her green-blue orbs.

And that's the last thing I can remember, I know Logan came in right after Jimmy bashed my head into the sink, there were pools of blood and my moms sad eyes peering deeply back me and I've been knocked out cold ever since. I look around to see that I'm laying in Logy's bed, he dressed me in my favorite shirt, that's so sweet of him. You're still wondering who's Logan, right? He's my brother, my twin brother, his name is Logan Dominic, we stopped using our first names out loud in this house after our dad died as to why is a story for another day, I have to go find out why it's so hot in here. I stood up and everything hurt inside me, my skin burned as my thighs touched, Jimmy said I have to work on that, my weight, he says I'm way too heavy for a seven year old, I'm 48 pounds am I really that heavy?

Why is it so hot in here?

Oh look it's a note!

I love my babies and I know I have been the worst mommy to you two and I'm going to get help and I promise Mitchell is never going to touch you two again, but I can't just leave you two stranded out there in the world so I'm doing this from the bottom of my heart.

Always Love Momma 💋❤

Doing what?

I'm gonna go turn on the A/C.

Is that gas I smell?

"F-FI-FIRE!" The fire was spreading everywhere, it was consuming the entire house. The smoke was surrounding me and it was impossible to breathe, I hear sirens nearing but I don't think they're going to make it in time.

"ANYONE OUT THERE! HELP ME, IT'S GETTING CLOSER! HELP ME! DADDY! IT BURNS," The fire caught on my lower left pant leg as I was crawling back up the stairs, I was too sore from last night to move, I laid on my back and stared up at the fire consumed ceiling. "I'm coming home daddy, please be waiting for me," I shut my eyes in acceptance as I felt the fire take over me, and I shrieked with pain,

•••••

"LIL! LILY! LILYANNA BRIEL ELISE! IT'S JUST A DREAM! I got you out remember, you're safe as long as you're here with me." I hugged my brother, he was my safety net the only person I could depend on.

"I'm here for you and you're here for me that's all we really need remember?" I nod my head. "We have to get up in and be at interviews by 8:45AM if we don't want to get another beating," he rubs my shoulder comfortingly.
"Close your eyes, and maybe we'll meet again when at sunrise," I whisper to myself in defeat.