I dragged myself on the floor inching closer and closer to the corner. As I turned and my back hit the wall , I quickly scanned the room to see where he was. Standing at the door ,he stared intensely at me, waiting to see my next move , like a predator hunting a prey. I cupped my face , feeling the sting of the slap I received only minutes earlier , trying my best to not shed a tear, he hates that.
As he walked closer to me , I pushed myself further in the wall, hoping it would open up and swallow me whole.
'Stand up' he said looking down with his whiskey bottle in his hand
I continued to look down in my lap. He grunted a bit and swayed , lifting the bottle high , he came hard towards my head.
I jolted up and speedily looked around . seeing my surroundings i realized it was just a bad dream. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and the tears from my eye. I dropped back in my bed and stared at the ceiling fan above me. I sighed and whispered softly to myself "after 2 years, these dreams aren't going anywhere".
Have you ever tried to get work done but your brain is too preoccupied so you can't focus? Well that's me right now, I'm trying to add the last small details for a report. I need to present in a few hours to some major stock brokers but I keep replaying the dream in my head, along with other painful memories.
You see , I grew up with both my parents and my sister. When I was younger everything was perfect and we were happy, however, the older I got , the more I realized, not everything was the way it seemed. My dad had a drinking problem , which after sometime got seriously out of control. Eventually he lost his job and from then he did nothing but drink and soon his frustration and anger got the best of him. He started hitting us around 9th grade. One day he told me to do something, i can't remember exactly what it is but i couldn't do it and because i said i couldn't , he hit me. I just remember staring at him dumbfounded because that has never happened before and …..
'mia? mia" i was drawn out of my trail of thought by my best friend , ringing my name over and over.
she realized what was happening and sighed deeply " you blanked out again' she said wiping my tears 'yea sorry' i replied like a sad child.
she stepped back and sat on the edge of my desk 'have you finished with those reports because the meeting starts in 20 minutes'
'shit' i almost but yelled while rummaging through the loads of papers on my deck .
she lifted my hands sweetly, seeing my scared and frustrated look 'you go straighten up and look beautiful and i will gather the files and meet you in the conference room'
knowing she wouldn't take no for an answer, i got up and hugged her 'thank you Steph' i whispered and walked out of my office , heading to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I stood in front of the double mirror, leaned on the blue bathroom walls, I slowly breathed in and out trying to calm down enough to be able to get through this meeting. I fixed my makeup and adjusted my lipstick but I didn't leave, i just stared at my reflection, studying my 5'3 figure, my jet black mid-back hair , my dark brown eyes.
I observed my knee length dress that covers over my body like a bag hiding everything that defines me as a woman. I wish I had lots of confidence like Steph. She wears whatever she pleases no matter how short or tight fitted they are with the most outrageous high heels. I guess they compliment her 5'6 figure. hearing the alarm , signaling the 15 minutes are up . I took one last deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.
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The Used (On Hold)
Horror'BITCH!!' He screamed at me , I was about to say something but he continued 'Get off me , Don't you see you got played??Mia all I wanted was the sex okay, don't you realize that each time you came to my house what happened? You really are stupid...
