The Real Me

The Real Me

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I used to have that perfect life. It only me and my foster parents. I had foster parents because my real mom began to get really ill. When we found out she had lung cancer however her illness became worse by the minutes. It seemed like her medication wasn't working at all. I was only 14 at the time I didn't know what to do. It got to a stage that my mom stopped working and she couldn't take care of herself let alone take of me. You might be thinking what about my father. Well that coward bastard left my mom when he found out she was pregnant with me. He left us, we had no food, no money nothing. But my mom got a nursing job at a hospital next too my high school. She always had long hours just for me. For me to have food on the table; for me to have an education. For me to have clothes; and for me to have a roof over my head. A/N: I know I didn't tell you alot about coz I want you to read first.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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