A Living Fancy

Her Living Fancy

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I could visualize everything, my old room everything was like I remembered it. I visualized how I would lay in my room and curl into a ball just waiting for anything to happen so I could runaway. My father was a drunk and my mother was never home and when she was here she said nothing to nobody her whole life she spent being quiet.

My dad would bust my door down and come in yelling," clean this room up you stupid bitch." Tears would stream my face as I would go to clean up and her would kick me.

This wasn't new for 12-year-old me, I knew how to take a kick but it's the fact of being abused by your own father that broke my heart as a child everyday.

Some days I couldn't bare the pain of his kicking & some days I would tune out his yelling and screaming, but this one time, he was drunk and angry but again him being drunk wasn't new.

He would grab me from behind and would rub my chest and stroke my hair. He would lick his wands and rub my face and would shove them inside me this flashback was overwhelming and I couldn't take it anymore.

I began to scream and Tim was trying to shake out of my flashback but I regained my mind. We were already in my apartment Tim must've used my keys to get in.

He told me I should lay down but there was no couch and there wasn't anymore beds to sleep on. This made me feel poor, so we just laid on the floor.

Tim laid close to me and started rubbing my back, I let him. He put his arms around my waist and began to rub my stomach I drifted away in his arms and for the first time in a while all my worries drifted away.