Path-to-Freedom (version 1)

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"Good girl. Now are you hungry?" He asked. I don't know why but he seemed so creepy.

"No thank you." I mumbled. I wasn't really that hungry.

"Why're you so ungrateful?! I'm offering you food and you say no?! Since you don't want any, you won't get any. At all. Why the hell did your mother always feed you if you were going to turn it down after she left?!"

"I'm sorry dad." I whispered looking down at my feet. I didn't want to make him angry.

"You better be bitch. Now I'm gonna ask again. Are. You. Hungry?"

"Yes dad. Thank you." I gave him a small smile. Momma and dadda said that sometimes, all somebody needs is a smile to make their day.

"You want eggs?" He somehow got angrier upon seeing my smile.

"No, momma used to say that eggs make me sick."

"Well mommas not here, now is she? So you're  gonna eat the damn eggs and you're gonna be grateful."

"Ok dad." Mommas gonna be mad at me when she finds out that I ate eggs. I think she'll understand that I didn't want to go to sleep again before bedtime.

"Dad, I'm posed to go school tomorow."

"Why are you talking like that? Speak correctly."

"I'm sorry dad." My dadda said that I was still learning to speak so it was okay if I didn't say everything correctly. He's nothing like dadda.

"Whatever. You'll start school in a week."

"But momma used to say that I no posed to miss school."

"What did I just say? Speak correctly!" He yelled.

I jumped from the sudden loud voice. "I'm sorry dad. It's hard." My eyes started to tear up again.

"I don't care. For every wrong word, you're gonna get another hit." My eyes widened in fear and I fought hard to keep the tears in.

"As for your school, we're moving to Florida, I'm getting a jet for us. I'm sick of this bloody London."

"We no staying here?"

He slapped me again and I felt the sting right away. He hit the same cheek. I think I was bleeding since I tasted something coppery in my mouth. One time I bit my tongue really hard and momma said that I was bleeding. It had the same taste as now.

"No, we no staying here. We're going to Florida where I have my own house and you'll have your own room." He was mocking me. Momma and dadda used to mock me but it wasn't the same way he was doing it. They did it in a funny way and it always made me laugh. But the way he did it, it made me really scared.

"Ok dad."

He began to leave before I stopped him.

"Dad, I go potty."

He gave me a disgusted look and picked me up.

He takes me into the other room to change my diaper.

"You're disgusting." He said changing my diaper.

"I'm sorry dad." I looked up at him, terrified because I think I said sorry wrong.

Then he slapped me again.

"What did I say about speaking correctly?"

"I'm sorry, but dadda said I still work on r's." I started crying.

"Well your fucking dadda's not here. Speak. Correctly." He spoke through gritted teeth, as if he was holding himself back.

"Ok dad." I whispered, wiping my tears before he could see them.

He finished changing my diaper then took me back into the room from before and threw me on the bed. This time it was more painful than the last time.

"Ow." I whispered when I landed hard on my arm.

"Go to sleep. I'll bring you your damn eggs later."

"Ok dad." I whispered and laid down facing the wall so that he won't see me crying about momma and dadda.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I hope momma won't be mad at me for going to sleep earlier than when I'm supposed to. I hope that this is all a nightmare and that when I wake up, he'll be gone and I'll be back in my room with momma and dadda waking me up. I hope I don't see him again.

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If you've stuck around for this long, honestly, thank you so much. Every time I see that I have one more read, I get to much more motivation to keep writing. So thank you for being my motivation.

Lovu mylovs!

-M.