LOVE OR HOPE?

Chapter One.

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I was the only one home that night. There was a knock and then the slamming of the door.
His footsteps became noisy. I thought it was my elder brother playing around but it was getting louder and louder. It couldn't be my stepdad.

He only came in on Sundays. Drunk and ready to unleash his fustration at everyone,of course  and it was just Friday.Mum was at work,she works as a Waitress in a not so fancy bar full of dregs and delinquents who come in during the day and night to waste their lives away. In fact,it was where she met my stepdad,Joseph. And she wouldn't be coming home till tomorrow morning before she leaves for work again.

He opened the door to my room wildly. Like it was a space he had always owned. It was really dark and even though my vision was blurry,I could make out the figure standing in front of my room,I became terrified.
I grabbed my blankets harder. He closed the door and threw the key into the back pocket of his pants.

"Hey.''  He said with a rough voice as he stepped closer to my bed.
He smelt so much of Alcohol.
Or Drugs?, Couldn't quite figure it out but the smell was heavy on him.

"Mum is not home." I managed to croak out in my fear of whatever this man was thinking of doing to me.

He grabbed my blankets from me and flung it away revealing my bare thighs and legs. I was wearing a singlet and a bum short, He licked his lips.

"I know,my dear." He dragged with an evil smile on his face.
"I didn't come for Christine. I came for you,my baby girl." He gripped my hands forcefully on the bed noticing that I was trying to slide off of him.
This man must be crazy if he thinks that I'll let him touch me! I struggled to get my room keys out of his back pocket but he just took it and threw it at the end of the room.
He laughed at me.

I tried to use my legs to kick his face fiercely.
He released one of his hands and slapped me very hard. I screamed. He clenched his fists and threw me a hard punch on my jaws making me squeak in pain and unbearable silence. He forcefully unbuttoned his pants and slid in his condom,I kicked him harder.
And screamed for help.

He used his hands to cover my mouth while dragging down my shorts till it was so hard for me to breathe,I felt so weak,I couldn't fight it anymore,He laughed in pleasure,he laughed at my tears-
Till It all turned to a blur.

I woke up sweating profusely...I looked around in fear. I stood up to check my door again and my room was locked. These nightmares have been haunting me and constantly reminding me of the times that I've tried to forget.
I was thirteen years old when my Step Dad raped me. I thought it was just out of his drunk and unstable state that he did that but he continued for some time till I was fifteen.

"Alyssa?"

"Mum?"

"Are you okay in there? Heard you scream." She said. In a very tired voice,as usual. So used to her constant tiredness and fustration at every little thing. And I don't blame her. She has never really had any good thing going for her since she was born. She grew up as a black child in the slums and left home at nineteen when she couldn't cope with her way of living no more. She got married at 20 to my dad and they had Gillian,my elder brother. My dad was a very good man. Though he was a painter who didn't have much money but still struggled to make ends meet for us to live well. My dad died while painting a storey building.He slipped off the ladder and fell which caused a brain damage that he couldn't survive when I was just four. But the memories I have made with him since I was a little child has stayed with me till this very moment.

"I'm okay Mum. Just had a terrible Nightmare." I dragged. I wanted her to leave,as usual. My Mum is never home. It was almost like I lived in this house with a stranger who is assigned to feed me and a drunk man who still comes on some Sunday evenings to pick out unecessary fights with my mum,throws a little cash at her for our upkeep and leaves again.

"You've been doing this lately. Do you want to talk about it?"

I'm even surprised that she noticed. She hardly ever notices anything about me or even listens to me. She's always so psychologically tired. It was as if she was now too weak to have emotions. All she did was work,work and get beaten by her so called husband.

"No I don't." I replied coldly.
"Okay then,dear. I'm going to work. See you later." She walked away from the door, grabbed her keys and left.

I checked the time. It was almost midnight. I didn't want to sleep again. I needed a distraction. I picked up my phone and saw a strange message from my best friend.

*I have a crush on Norman.*

Wow. This was going to be a long night.

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