Did you know that its unhealthy not to cry?...
My mom always said that she loved me. She said she will always protect me. But where is she now? Ever since the death of my mom, a wife, a queen, my father never been the same. He'd always be sleep on the couch when I had awoken and he had a strong yet unpleasant smell to him. He always looked tired and yelled at people alot. They told me it was stress that made him angry. I decided to confront him about it. "Daddy, are you stressed about Mommy being gone?" He started crying and told me to leave. I disobeyed. He told me to leave but he was yelling and I hesitated. He got up and be I had the chance to react his hand touched my face but it hurted. Did he slap me? Mommy said that slaping is wrong and bad so does that mean that daddy is bad?
That wasnt the only time daddy hurt me. He slaped me plenty of other times and even touched me in some places and it hurt. He smiled we I cried.
I wasnt asleep tonight. I was to scared... afraid. Afraid that daddy will come back. I hear my door open and I pretend to sleep but he picks me up by my hair. I cry and he throws me on the floor. Daddy keeps hitting me; hurting me. Kicking me, slaping me, punching me, insulting me, touching me.
I want mommy. Mommy is safe, untouched, loved, happy. I want- I NEED mommy. I let it all go, I accept my fate. My body cant move and the floor is wet. I see police officers taking daddy away. People carrying me. I wake up; No one is there. Im alone.
