"If you say anything I'm hurting you."
We made it to their house and Emmanuel was sneaking up too his room. And someone saw us.
"Master Manuel why so hurried?"
Okay so they are too rich for my liking.
"Burchum. god don't scary me. I don't want my parents seeing her you know. The oh my god Manuel has a girlfriend. Shh she's not here and I'm doing homework."
"Yes Manuel."
Weird.
We made it up to his room and he closed at locked the door.
My eyes widened and my entire body started shaking and I started panicking then I cried.
"Mirana are you okay?" He asked walking closer to me.
Why am I so scared he's not gonna do anything to me he told me what we are going to do.
"Mirana, please ... um sit down." He sat me on his bed and hugged me.
His arms were wrapped loosely around me. One hand rested on my shoulder and his other on top his other.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"Emmanuel... if I tell you this you can't tell anyone. I'm trusting you to never tell anyone. You promise me?" I said wiping my eyes.
"Of course. Yes I just want to know what's wrong." He said.
"Okay, I've never told anyone this, but if we are going to be friends might as well right?."
I told him about my mom's death and how it was my father's fault she's gone.
I told him how I've been treated by him, it's not too pretty. How my dad would abuse me and the one day he locked me in his room and beat me so bad I couldn't leave the room after. After I got the courage to move I went to my room and locked the door. I've never been in my room without the door unlocked. It has always been locked and always will. Never have I've ever been hurt that bad before in my life.
Before my mom used to take everything now she's gone my dad has the need to take everything out on me. Just kinda different then her. I'm just afraid my dad will do that with me.
"Wait what did he do to her, he doesn't do to you ?"
"He had sex with her not the good kind though the one you wish was never a thing." I told him.
"So when I locked the door..?" He said pointing to the door.
"Yeah it brought up a bad memory. " I said to him.
"Do you want water or like something to eat?" He asked and I nodded.
He walked to the phone and called someone to bring everything up here.
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My Story
RomanceI'm sorry but this might be a little harsh to people. Being a girl at 14. Her mother was raped by her husband. Her mother died when she turned 15. And along the way she's helped by someone she could actually call a friend. Read more about Mirana...
