Survival of the Fittest

CHAPTER EIGHT: Lola

Lola was awake and pacing around her room. She had found some clothes in a closet and was now wearing some ripped jeans and a black low-cut tank top. Not too long ago, that bitch, Dr.Keagan, had come in and examined her. As soon as Dr.Keagan had walked in, Lola tensed, every muscle in her body preparing to pounce on the scientist, but something stopped Lola. She didn't know what had stopped her, all she knew was, no matter how awful this woman was, she couldn't harm her. Dr.Keagan was the only one who could possibly reverse this, and Lola needed for everything to go back to normal. She'd even take every punch, every insult, and every chilling night her father came to her room without a complaint.

Lola stopped pacing and sat down on the floor, her tail curling around her. She remembered the last time she had seen her father and her mother. She was in her room, at her desk, doing homework. Her father opened her door and walked up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders heavily. Lola remembered the shivers of fear that had rippled down her spine. He was going to rape her, again.

When her father had finally left her room, Lola began to sob. Then she heard her mother's drunken footsteps coming down the hall. Her mother had heard her crying and was now making her way towards Lola's room. Lola abruptly stopped crying. She knew that if she continued, her mother would only punish her more. Sure enough, her mother barged into her room, screaming at Lola for crying. Her mother called her, "A whiny bitch," and, "a dumb, slutty piece of shit." Then her mother slapped Lola across her face, causing Lola to fall to the floor. Then her mother laughed and called her, "a sorry mistake," and left.
Lola snapped out of her flashback and realized she was crying. She sniffled, and wiped away her tears, refusing to show weakness. She knew she'd feel better if she cried but she had been taught that crying was wrong, by her alcoholic mother's fists. She stood up and began pacing again. She needed a distraction, and she needed one now.

Lola growled with frustration. There was nothing to do. She had no choice but to try and think about something else. However, the flashbacks kept coming, and Lola was powerless to stop them, and the tears they brought with them. Lola shook with heavy sobs, and the flashbacks kept coming. All the flashbacks carried the same message. "You are nothing. You are weak. You are powerless." Lola sobbed harder and eventually cried herself to sleep.