Path-to-Freedom (version 1)

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I started crying. We eventually stopped moving and he put me into a car.

"No! Momma! My momma!" I cried.

"Shut up. Mommas dead." He said angrily.

"No! I saw her now. She not dead. Momma not dead!" I cried.

"Yes she is. Your whole family is. I'm all you have now. So shut up before I kill you too."

"But I want momma. Please give me momma." I yelled out with tears streaming down my face.

"Do you need me to say it again?! She's dead! Now. Shut. Up!" He yelled, scaring me.

"But momma." I whimpered quietly.

He slapped me on the face so hard so I fell unconscious. I had never been slapped before. I think that's why it made me pass out.

When I woke up, I was in another bedroom that looked like a little girls room. There were toys everywhere but they didn't look new, they looked old and torn.

I want momma and dadda. I want my siblings. They always knew how to cheer me up. I want my ice cream. I want my grandma and grandpa. I just want my family.

I started crying again. After a while, I heard footsteps. I tried to wipe my tears as fast as possible but soon hissed in pain when my hand touched my cheek.

I thought of a reason as to why it would be hurting, then I remember that the man slapped me to make me go to sleep.

Momma would sing me a lullaby and dadda would read me a story. They never slapped me to make me fall asleep. Maybe he was just tired and didn't feel like reading. It's okay, momma and dadda get tired too. They never hit me but they get tired too.

Maybe he just gets tired in a different way.

Suddenly the door opened and the man from before walked in with a creepy smile.

"How are you Ashley?" He asked.

"My name no Ashley. It's Brooklynn." I said confused.

"Your name. Is Ashley. Understood?" He started getting scary again. My eyes instantly teared up. I had never been as scared in my life as I was now.

"Ok." I mumbled terrified.

"What your name?" I asked. Maybe momma and dadda know him and he's just keeping me safe. Maybe we are playing a game and I just have to follow along so I don't ruin the fun.

"You can call me dad." He said.

"But I already have dad." My brows furrowed together. Was that actually his name?

"No you don't. I'm your dad. Only me." He started walking towards me, making my eyes widen in unspoken fear.

"Ok. But can I know your name?" I asked, still not wanting to call him dad.

"Tony."

"Ok Tony." I smiled. I don't have to call him dad, I can just call him Tony. That thought made me happy. I didn't want to call someone else who wasn't dadda dad, that wouldn't be nice.

When I called him Tony, he slapped me again, but this time it wasn't as hard as before so I didn't fall asleep.

"I told you to call me dad!" He yelled in my face.

"But you no my dad." I whispered sadly, the fear in my voice evident.

"Yes I am bitch. Either call me dad, or I'll hit you again."

"Ok, dad." I whispered fast, too fast. Dadda would understand me calling him dad right? I just didn't want to go to sleep again. He would understand right?

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Ah my loves thank you so much for reading!

hOw WaS iT????

The word count has definitely increased but I'm not so sure that the writing has? I'l try my hardest to make it much better in the future when I come back to edit it again.

So far, what do you think of Tony?

What do you think is the reason he does what he does?

Ilovu.

-M.