The running around of maids in the house always brings a smile on my face, the decorations, Christmas lights and the presence of the Christmas tree, the aroma of different dishes and desserts, mom walking around giving out orders for the perfection to be attained. Its been a week since the last incidence with my father, my siblings and their families will be arriving by tomorrow and everyone has a part to play, to make their holiday a wonderful one. Everyone is in this happy mood because holidays in the house comes with good tidings, "What flavor of cake do you want this year,Esme?", mom asks, "Raspberry", I reply, "Chocolate as usual?", she question with a smile on her lips but the pain in her voice is not hidden, stroking my cheeks with tears rolling out if her eyes says it all, "Can you ever forgive me for my weakness?", She asks sobbing quietly, "if I know what he has against you, maybe", I reply with a shrug "What can he have against you that is more important than me?", I ask bitterly, "You can't understand Esme,you are too young to understand", She replies, "You know am also too young to be my father's sec doll and his scar bearer", I shout with tears running out of my eyes, the atmosphere in the house becomes tense, everyone stops working looking towards I and my mom with sadness in their eyes, everyone working in our house knows about the the abuse but no one is allowed to talk or there will be consequences. "How long will get I keep doing this?, am even disgusted to see myself in the mirror", I say, "I understand", Mom replies, "You don't, your virginity wasn't ripped from you at age 10, was it?", I ask "please, I don't need anyone's sympathy", I say to everyone and walk out of the sitting room to my room.
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Teen FictionHe looks at her with a smile on his face, her hazel eyes looks dull but she has the perfect shape, she's like a drugs he's getting addicted to, he watches her walk with her siblings quietly "guess she doesn't talk much", he says to himself. He wants...
