Still Big 2

nothing changed

I stayed for a week. The best week of my life. My daddy bought me new stuff and took me out to eat. He told me I was beautiful and that I shouldn't be treated bad by people.

I'm at home now. My mom cried when I came back. She told me how much she is sick of my bullshit and Robert yelled at me because I'm stressing her out.

I really don't care. She stresses me out all the time. Her stomach is getting huge. She'll be ready to pop soon. Maybe this baby will make her a better person.

I hope so. Maybe this baby will distract them so that they will be off my back. I wish I could just go live with my dad. Then I wouldn't have to worry about all that.

I have to go to school tomorrow. I hope Evelyn doesn't start getting on my nerves. I might have to tell her about herself. I don't have time for her shit. I have way too much to worry about.

I got in the shower and scrubbed my body. I was tired. I had been cleaning my room all day. I even cleaned the bathroom. I even reorganize my closet. I got out the shower and moisturized my body. I put on a pink Hello Kitty shirt and some black Hello Kitty booty shorts. I got in bed laid on my back. I've been having back problems lately and I don't know why.

I heard my door creek open and saw a dark figure approach me. I looked up to see it was Robert. Oh no. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to pretend like I was sleeping. I felt his hands pull at the covers, but I held them as tightly as I could over my head.

He yanked the cover off me and grabbed me by my neck. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth. I bit his hand and he slapped me hard. I whimpered as he touched my breasts and pulled my shirt up. He put his nasty disgusting mouth on me and I tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge.

He touched my thigh and slid his hand in my shorts. I could feel his disgusting hands on my slit. I pushed him off me and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and sat there on the floor crying.

He beat on the door. "Open the door fatty. If not, I will kick it down and beat the shit out of you."

"I'll tell my mom and dad. Go away. You monster!" I was shaking.

"If you tell anyone, I will kill your mom and that damn baby. It's probably not even mine." he said. Then I heard his foot steps get farther and farther away. I then heard the door slam and his foot steps going down the hall leading away from the attic.

I was shaking and crying. I got up and fixed my clothes. That's it. I've had it. I'm not holding back anymore. This is all my mom's fault. All the things he did and she stayed with him. He just molested me and this is all her fault.

I locked my room door and started breaking any and everything. Lamps, vases, and pictures frames. My mom knocked on the door and started fussing.

"Why is you up here breaking shit and making all this damn no...." she saw my room and the tears in my eyes. "What the hell is going on?" she asked.

"I hate you so much. This is all your fault that I'm hurt. I hope you're happy bitch! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!" I broke down and fell on the floor. Tears streamed down my face. I was having a hard time breathing.

"Charmed calm down. Tell me what's wrong" my mom pleaded as she knelt down beside me.

"I hate you....." I just kept whimpering and mumbling that over and over.

"Charmed please tell me what's going on." she was crying now.

"Robert." I said. I pointed to my face. I had a big slap mark.

"What the.... You're lying. Robert has been down stairs this whole time." my mom's facial expression changed from worried to angry.

"Just get out of my room. Just go. I should have known you would be the last one to protect me. You are the one putting me in danger. Get your stupid ass out. I hope your baby grows up and kills the both of you" I said as I got up and walked back to the bathroom and slammed the door.

l took another shower and got dressed. I got all my luggage and filled them with every lick of clothing I had. I put my makeup and other personals in my school bag and called my dad.

"Hello" he sounded tired.

"Please come get me" I said through tears.

"What's wrong" he asked.

"I'll tell you in the car" I said as I wiped at my tears.

"Okay. I'll be there in ten minutes." he said before hanging up.

That gave me enough time to try and get myself together. I put some eye drops in and wiped my tears. I then put in some shoes and ate a cookie. I drank some water and took a few deep breaths. I didn't feel safe in this house. I don't want to be here anymore.

I heard the front door open, and I started dragging my bags down the stairs one by one. My mom looked at me with so much anger and hatred. Robert was running off at the mouth. He was yelling at my dad. My dad ignored them and helped me with my bags.

I'm not coming back to this house, so I slapped the shit out of my mother. I punched Robert in the face and slapped him. He tried to hit me back, but I ran, but not before knocking over the fish bowl.

I ran to the car and put my last two bags in and left. We arrived at my dad's house and I felt safe. That's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. I went into the house and unpacked. I came down stairs and sat on the couch.

My dad walked in the living room and sat beside me. "What happened?"

"I can't tell you. He told me he would kill my mom and her unborn child." I said.

"Tell me." he said.

"He molested me. He touched my boobs and my private. I was crying so hard. I showed my mom where he slapped me, but she didn't believe me." I said through tears. I was shaking again.

"What the hell!? I know he did not and she...." he was so angry that he couldn't even say anything. he got up and called some body. "Hello. Yea I need you to be at the Jones residents. Yes. Well around ten AM. It's 50 grand for you. Yes. Okay thanks." he said before hanging up.

What the hell just happened? Who did he just send to my house? Oh lord.

I just went to bed. I was tired anyway. I felt safe and like someone cared now. I knew I didn't have to worry about bullshit anymore.

I should have know my mom wasn't about to start giving a damn about me just because there was a chance I could leave and never come back. I should have known Robert was still a pervert. I should have locked my door. I should have known she was going to stick up for him. Nothing changed. That means I can just stay here and not even think about their shit. If he did it once, he would have done it again.

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