The Girl Behind The Mask ✔

Chapter 24

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I lay in bed listening to the yelling and screaming coming from the bedroom next door. The walls are thin and I could hear it all. I am just tiered of it. I cry and cry, but nothing happens. It seems the more tears I shed the louder they get. I wish we could be a happy family again. The screaming stops and the crying begin. I hear footsteps in the hall. "He" is coming for me I just know he is. I lay balled up in a corner of my bed with the covers over me, hoping he wouldn't find me. My door opens and he's in, breathing hard as if he was mad. I just knew it was going to be worse, than usual. He sits on my bed and I try to be very quiet. The covers fly off me and he's standing there looking at me with those big mean eyes.

"Stand up!" He shouted at me. His deep, firm, and demanding tone scared me A LOT. I didn't move, I couldn't move, there was no place to run, nor hide. I stayed balled up in the corner shaking, tears rolling down my face. Before I knew how to react, I was shaking my head no, refusing his demands. Bad move. Flaring his nostrils, he grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me up off the bed. I started kicking and screaming trying to get loose. Only making it worse for myself. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of him. He still had a hand full of my hair. There's no way I could get away now even if I tried, so I just stood there. Preparing to take what was coming next.

"What did I tell you about that crying shit?!" He yelled in my face. I didn't answer, I didn't want to answer. "No crying or it's going to be worse." he reminded me for the millionth time. With that, he threw me on the bed, and took off his belt first. I thought he was going to use it on my this time but I was wrong. He simply unwrapped it from his waist and threw it on the dresser. He must not be as mad as normal.

I laid on the bed and closed my eyes. For one to stop the tears from falling, and two, I thought that maybe if I keep them closed long enough this will all disappear and be a dream. My thoughts soon turned into reality once the pain he inflected, both mentally and physically, began. I knew better then to cry wile he does "what he wants." I kept my eyes closed and thought about being far away with my sister, sleeping in my mom's arms, and hugging my daddy. Just being away from these no good people. I would rather have someone adopt me then to live here. He finally stopped-the pain that was pleasure for him-and pulled up his pants. I didn't move let alone say anything. Once again, I found myself lost for words.

I just laid there and staid in my own little world. I was happy there not here. Then "She" came into the room pretending to be all sad and unhappy about the usual things that always seem to happen. She rushed in my room and pulled me into a hug and cried, but I didn't hug back. I didn't want to come back to reality just yet. even though I already knew, I would have to come back eventually. I just felt safe and unharmed there.

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I just shudder thinking about that day. An eight year-old shouldn't go threw anything like that. It's just pure torture. No one should go threw anything like that. As for me. I had to live with it my whole life until I got smart enough to do something about it. I have been on my own every since then. Life was tough but I managed to get through it with the help of my sister. I just sat there thinking about how my life had changed. I went from living with low lives to having a wonderful boyfriend. Can things get any more sweet. But I cant help the feeling I'm forgetting something. I cant wrap my finger around it just yet, but I know I'll figure it out sooner or later.