The Mafia's Diner Girl

I wasn't always the strong and beautiful type of a woman. 14 years of my life I was told that I was the most unsightly person in the world, even in the universe. I was told to never look a man in his eyes or else I'd get hit, I was told never to flinch from a hit or else the beatings would be worse. For 14 years that was drilled into my brain, when I was in my youth I thought that was normal, that all "parents" did that to their children. The beating started when I was 6, I have no recollection of what it was like before then all I ever remember was soft and warm voice. A soft breeze with the smell of cigarettes filled the air, I've never smoked the only reason I know what a cigarette is because my "father" would use me as an ash tray. To this day I still have the countless marks of his rage and the scarring image of his arousal. Everday I still feel the pain as fresh as the day I turned 13 {when he raped me}. All day, everyday he haunts my memorie slowly turning the forgotten ones into the deep depths of the deepest oceans, washing them further away from me with the strike of a hand. Although he's not here anylonger, he haunts my memories even though happy ones try to replace them. I know that the memories will forever be there.