After Her(On Hold)

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🌸Amalia's pov🌸

The sound of skin slapping on skin could be heard throughout the room as he plunged into me repeatedly. Followed by the sound of his grunts. Normally I'd be screaming and crying for him to stop but that only turns him on even more.

I've gotten used to this kind of treatment. It's sad actually but it's true. He does this everyday. He comes home drunk and rapes me. When he's done he drinks some more and passes out on the floor until he wakes up again and all the torture starts all over again.

Who's he ? You might ask. Well he is my stepfather Jeff Michaels. My mother married him when I was ten years old after my dad died. My dad, Ben Kingsley died in a car accident when I was ten years old. After he died my mom became depressed and started drinking a lot. I couldn't count on my mom to take care of me. She became cold and distant towards me and before I knew it she wasn't my mom anymore.

I feel as if part of her died with my dad. That is the only explanation I have for her behaviour. At first she started drinking a lot, then she started bringing different men into our home until she met Jeff and decided to settle down with him. That is the day my life became a living hell. That is the day all the abuse started. The worst part of all was the fact that my mom was the one who started the abuse.

I never thought that my life would end up this way. I always dreamt that I would get married someday and have a family with the man of my dreams but I guess I was wrong. Life is no fairytale. There is no such thing as a prince charming or all that bull they feed you when your a child. Life is hard as hell and I've experienced that first hand.

I felt him release and waited for him to get off me. He looked up and smiled. Then he got up and walked away leaving me alone in my room to sit and sulk.

Who am I?  Well , I'm the girl who has been abused and raped for seven years or longer. I'm the girl who wakes up every morning and look at herself in the mirror wishing that by some miracle she could just die. That's right , you've heard right. I want to die. I've wanted to die ever since the very first time he raped me right in front of my mother's face when I was twelve years old.

What did my mom do ? Nothing.  She just watched him ruin me. She watched him take my innocence and treated me like a common whore. That is all I am to him. His whore. He fucks me whenever he feels like it and does whatever he wants with me and for years all she did was watch him. She watched how he ruined me and when he was done with me she would beat me untill  she was satisfied with the damage she has done and than she'd leave me to cry and rot in my room.

Speaking of which. I hear the door opening and I could tell by the smell of alcohol it's her. It didn't take long for her to start kicking me as I felt the sickening cracking of my ribs from the hard blow it just received. I cried out in pain but that only makes her feel more powerful. After being kicked around for what felt like hours she finally stopped and left.

You might ask yourself. What kinda mother does that ? Why would she do that to her own child? Honestly,  I have no fucking idea. I've been searching for answers as to why my own mother will treat me this way but have come up with none. She was never like this. She was once a loving and caring mother but that changed. Now she's nothing but a monster.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I filled the bathtub and stripped. I got in and started washing my aching body slowly. I grabed my coconut scented shampoo and started washing my beautiful dark brown hair. After scrubbing myself I got out, wrapped  the towel around my body and looked at myself in the mirror.

Every time I look in the mirror I feel as if a piece of me has died. I feel like a living corpse.  I hardly recognised myself. Im not the girl i used to be. I'm not the strong confident girl my dad raised. No , I'm not and I think my dad would definitely be disappointed in the weakling I've become .In front of me stands a broken beat down girl who used to be strong and beautiful but is now nothing other then a walking corpse.

And who might this girl be? 

Well I'm Amalia Kingsley...

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