ABUSED

Tyala Lanae

Her dark brown hair waved in the light of the sun glowing from shoulder to shoulder loosely. Her knees began to throb in a short torrent of pain. Still she screamed. Until finally the door released its' hold with a ripple of screech's to follow. Slowly it taunted her with a scattering of glass and furniture. She was numb and silent. Frozen and paralyzed. Her body seemed to stiffen against any movement past the speeding heart beat and short huffs of air. Her red shirt dripping slowly to her right shoe lace, darkening the color just barely. Red stains in the carpet feet from the door next to the rough, brown comfort chair. The leg rest had been released and left pointing at the ceiling. "Mom" she said uneasily. Cautiously, the heel of her right shoe gripped the carpet as if to say it's safe to enter. But she knew different. The door gave another wave of squeaks this time dreadfully slow. With every ripple she could feel her legs tighten more than the last. "Heavy breathing left her in an awe of shock. He was standing behind the door. His shadow weighing a fear in her chest. His breath so close she could nearly imagine the warmth above her head coursing through her hair. For the first time her fist became fingers stretched outward at her side. The shadow slowly motioned toward the in side door knob. Another tilt of the door, and a brown nose sodden of sweat stared silently below the gaze of his left eye. A painful moaning and a brush of glass towards the door left the tip of a woman's fingers outstretched toward her. "Please...not my baby." she said in a low, wounded voice. "Aww Kelly....but that's my Tyala Lanae" The deepness in his voice gave Tyala a wet stream of urine down her leg, and slowly the door began to close beside her.