"Come out where ever you are, Maya!" Mike, my step-father, yells threateningly.
Panic rises in me and I make sure to stay as still as possible. Right now I am in my beaten up closet hiding from my wicked step-father. Why? Ever since my mother married Mike, he has done nothing but abuse me. He always tells me that I get in between my mother and him. Does my mom know he hurts me? No, he makes sure to hit me on my stomach or back, so when I wear shirts you can't see my scars.
"You can't hide forever, because I will find you and when I do you will be sorry!" Mike hisses and his voice starts to get fainter by the second.
How does my mom not know when I can just tell her? Well Mike threatens that if I tell her or anyone anything then he will do something that I would regret. He never told me what he would do, but I don't plan on finding that out.
I slowly open my wooden closet door and look around quickly. No sign of Mike yet. Sighing I stand up and tip toe out of the old closet and head toward the fire escape. I open the window, but it starts to creak loudly. Oh no.. Stopping I listen closely to see if I hear any footsteps, but to my surprise there are none. Opening the window all the way without making any noise I begin to climb through. All of a sudden my door swings open to reveal a very angry Mike holding a belt.
"Where do you think you are going Maya?" He smirks and creeps closer.
I quickly try to climb out, but just as I do he grabs my arm and drags me back in. Kicking and screaming he keeps on dragging me from the window.
"You have been a bad girl," Mike laughs and swings his belt at me.
Pain. Numbness. Fear. Belts. Mike.
The sad thing is that I have gotten so used to this that it is like second nature to me.
No one knows that I am abused at home and have gone through some rocky situations in life. If they did I would just get laughed at and made fun of for the rest of my life. I couldn't stand it if I were to tell anyone my secrets and I don't plan too.
I am Maya Hart and this is how I live my life. Everyone thinks I have a family and am always fine. Little does anyone know that behind my mask I am really a broken and lost girl...
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The Lost Girl
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