Path-to-Freedom (version 1)

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"Get up bitch." I heard Tony's voice. My hoping didn't work.

"Mm." I groaned. I'm still tired. Momma would always give me five extra minutes.

I was left alone for a while before all of a sudden I felt water being dropped on me, instantly making me jol out of bed.

I looked wide eyed, and shivering at Tony standing next to my bed with a bucket in hand.

"Why you do that?" I asked quietly, running my hands up and down my arms in an attempt to create some warmth. Momma and dadda never woke me up like that.

He slapped me again, making me fall back onto the bed, I tasted something coppery. Was I bleeding? "I did that because you wouldn't get up." Then he slapped me again. This time I tasted a lot more copper than before. I think I'm bleeding.

"And I did that. Because you didn't speak correctly."

I started crying because of the coldness and the amount of pain I felt because of his hits. This was the most pain I had ever felt in my life. Momma and dadda never hit any of us, no matter how angry they got.

"Stop crying. Eat your damn eggs." Tony had a crazy look in his eyes.

"Ok dad." I nodded and looked around the room for the plate. It was on the small table on the other side of the room before I could even start eating, he left the room.

I walked to the table and sat down on the small chair then started eating the eggs.

They tasted disgusting and I instantly felt horrible.

Momma said that eggs were bad for me and I can see now. They make me hurt in my stomach. My stomach hurts badly. I feel like throwing up. The only other time I remember throwing up was when I wanted to taste Hunters eggs because they looked yummy. Am I going to throw up again? I hope not, it hurts a lot.

Regardless, I finished the eggs, mind clouded with fear that if I don't, I would get hit again.

My face was already hurting a lot. Everytime I took a bite of the food, I would wince. It hurt a lot.

After a few minutes he came back and looked at the plate. "I go potty." I said with a grim expression with an achingly hurt body.

"Good for you bitch. Go back to fucking sleep. We're gonna leave in the morning."

"Ok dad." I didn't want to leave. I was scared to leave with him. Where's he gonna take me? Where's my momma and dadda?

I know momma would be upset that I went potty and didn't change so I went to the bathroom and decided to change my diaper myself.

I took off my leggings and underpants then took off my diaper. It was really difficult since I've never done this before. I got potty on my hands.

I don't know why momma said it stinky, it doesn't even smell that bad.

I grabbed the wipes that were on the counter and tried my best to wipe my butt like momma used to and wiped my hands too.

Then I grabbed a new diaper and put it on as best as I could. I think I put it on correctly? I smiled feeling a sense of accomplishment at being able to change my own diaper.

After I put on my underpants, my leggings, threw away my diaper and washed my hands, I went back into the room.

When I walked back in, Tony was sitting on my bed looking at me. He looked like he was fuming.

"Did you ask if you could leave this room?" His voice was monotone. No emotion heard.

"No, but I went potty and I had to change my potty. Momma always used to change my potty before I went to sleep."

"Did you ask me if you could?" His voice turned hard.

"No, but I no wanted be dirty. Momma always made me clean."

He got up and came towards me. He grabbed me and threw me on the bed. I landed on the same arm from before but this time it hurt a lot more than from before.

"I'm sowy dad." Tears started streaming down my face.

"What the fuck did I tell you about speaking correctly."

Then he punched me on my stomach. I cried out in pain and tried covering my stomach to protect myself from him further harming me.

I tried to be a big girl like momma and dadda told me to be but I couldn't stop myself from crying. It hurt too badly.

"Stop fucking crying bitch."

"I'm sowy dad. I can't help it. You hurt me." Tears were pouring nonstop. I was sobbing now.

"You're lucky you're still young and I can't hurt you even more. Just you wait. I'll make you pay for what you did."

"But I no do nothing."

"Yes you did! You killed her! And I'll make you fucking pay. Go to sleep."

"Ok dad." I hate calling him dad but I don't want to get more hurt than I already am.

He soon left and I laid in bed and cried thinking about my momma and dadda and everyone else that he took me from. I missed my brothers and sisters. They always knew how to cheer me up.

I want to be a big girl but I can't. I'm not that big yet.

I finally fell asleep and dreamt about my family and me being happy at the park one day. Eating cotton candy and ice cream.

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It's a good thing that I'm going back and editing since I saw that the previous chapter had been repeated.

How was it?

How would you feel if you were in her shoes?

Do you think that Tony has a reason for what he does or he's just... how he is?

Thank you!

-M.