Our Little Survivor

Pain

Laney POV

Pain. That's all I feel. Pain is everywhere. I can barely walk after last nights beating. I can't take this anymore, I never asked for this. Where did it all go wrong. She was supposed to love me and care for me.
"Laney get your ass down here now!."
Oh no not again. I didn't do anything, how could I have possibly done anything when I literally just crawled outta bed, and she sounds really pissed.
"LANEY!!!" She screams again. I panic and freeze trying to think of somewhere to hide. I know hiding is only gonna make things worse but I just can't take the pain anymore. "Come on think Laney think!" I yell to myself
BANG!!! "Shit I'm too late"
All of sudden my room door slams open hitting the wall.. "Oh fuck!!!" I scream to myself now I'm really in for it.
"Y-ye-yes Mama" I squeak out but it too late. The look on her face says it all. I'm trembling where I stand looking down at my feet. She stomps over to me, I quickly cower into myself , she grabs my hair roughly, it's hurts so bad I whimper, but that just makes her grip it tighter. She yanks my head back so that I'm force to face her and I see her right hand clenched in a tight fist, and I prepare myself for blow. CRACK!! right across my left cheek. I feel the instant pain shoot across my face and then I felt something wet run down my face. Blood.
"Next time I call for you, you better answer me the first time!" She yells in my face. And that's when I smell the alcohol on her breathe. I'm not sure if it from last night drinking binge or the morning. All I know is this beating is gonna be worse than the last. I immediately start sobbing, crying, begging her to please stop.
"I-I'm sorry M-mama!!! P-pl-please!!!
"Shut up!!!" Crack! Another blow but this time to the stomach. It knock the wind outta me. I'm gasping trying to catch my breath but it hurt so bad. She throws me down to floor and continues her brutal attack . I cry out as loud as I can hoping that she will stop, hoping someone will come in and save me but I know there is no one to save me. So I just lay there and take it, that's about all I can do. With one last kick to stomach she finally relents and storms out my room.
I just lay there sobbing. Pain. That's all I feel. It's hurts so much to breath and cry I can't breathe and part of me doesn't want to breathe anymore. I just wanna give up. I wanna die, anything is better than getting the living crap beat out of you everyday for nothing.
It wasn't always like this, I used to be Mama's beautiful baby girl. We were all happy up until Mama got laid off and things went downhill from there. Mama used to love it when I would be little, we played all types of fun games and watch cartoons. She especially loved cuddle time with me but now all Mama does is hit me and call me names. I miss my old Mama.
After about 30 minutes of sobbing and going through my thought I finally attempted to move myself off the floor and into the bathroom. Ouch it really hurts to move but I gotta get up before comes see and starts the attack again. Slowly I push myself up, my body feels like I've been hit by a truck. Very slowly I make my way to the bathroom to look at the damage to my face and body in the full length mirror. I hate the reflection that I see. "I'm so ugly. Bruises, scars, black and blue now cover my once olive complexion. Why? Why is this happening to me? What did I do? I'm not a bad girl I'm not. I try to be a good girl but everything I do makes Mama mad. What am I gonna do?"
The sound of our front door slamming shut startles me out of my internal monologue. I glanced out at the clock on my night stand and I see it say 12:03pm.  Mama is going to the bar or to get more beer, that's all she ever does anymore is go to the bar and comes back so drunk. And a drunk Mama is a mean Mama. I take one more look at my beaten body and make a final decision. "I gotta get the hell outta here before she returns"