Give Me Strength

“D-d-dad, please!” I yelled. He just laughed dry and humorlessly.”Oh come on Thisbe, we’re just having fun, right. There’s nothing wrong with fun!” he said, now going atleast 200 miles per hour. I closed my eyes tight. I covered my ears not wanting to hear the sound of my own death. Then all of a sudden, he stopped harshly, making me hit my head against the dash board. I immediately grabbed my head from the excruciating pain that took place there. I didn’t even notice he had gotten out the car, and opened my door pulling me out by my hair. He lifted me up with my hair, literally dragging me to the grassland. He let my head fall hard on the ground. I was more scared than ever. For one, we were in the middle of nowhere. Two, I was helpless because my phone was in the car. And lastly three, there was no one there to stop him.

He bent down over me, choking me with a strong grip. I grabbed his hands over mine, trying to release his grasp.

Black dots started forming in my eyes as sudden unconsciousness began to take form. I closed my eyes, and images of my life passed through my head. I saw the best friends I could ever have Rosalynn, Travis, and Ryan. But what grabbed me the most was my son.

I love my son Justin so much, and I’m damn sure keeping my promise to Cheryl and Harold. They said that I can take him once I have a good job and a good education. Which I will because I’m not leaving this world! So fuck this! I’m not leaving my son, not yet…