Flashback……
I kicked and screamed and tried to run away
But he slapped my face and told me to bite my damn tongue.
He picked me up
Flashback……
I kicked and screamed and tried to run away
But he slapped my face and told me to bite my damn tongue.
He picked me up
And slammed me down on the table
I felt the chase-pieces on the table stick into my back
I slapped my little fist into his back
And told him to get off
His girlfriend grabbed my wrist in one hand
And covered my mouth with her other hand
“Don’t wake the other kids, Rachel.” She said. “You don’t want them to get hurt, do you?”
I tried to stop moving. I didn’t want the other kids to feel the pain I was feeling
But I couldn’t help but scream a muffled cry into her hand at least a little
He said he loved me, not to worry. He undressed me and played with me like a little doll.
I screamed in pain again and woke a little kid.
I prayed for him to go back to sleep. He did.
It took about 2 minutes. It felt like 2 hours.
“I’ll have to punish you for that, Rachel.” He said
He kissed me hard; bruising my lips. Making them feel on fire then picked me up.
He took me into the bathroom, and filled the tub high with water
He tried forcing me into the tub and I struggled
He punched me hard (I wish I bruised easy, but I don’t) and my body fell limp.
He picked me up and roughly put me in the tub.
He squeezed me tight and held me under
I held my breath. I new I was going to die. I’m falling away. I’m in space
Someone’s calling me. Telling me everything’s going to be ok
Then the voice is suddenly gone as im snatched back up outta the water
He gives his version of CPR. His tongue is suffocating me. I can’t breathe again
“Now lets get you dressed up, pretty little thing.” He says
He dresses me. She blow dries my hair
he kisses me. She laughs at me with a jealous grin.
“All pretty again tomorrow, my pretty, blonde doll.” He says to me
I want to be back in the tub; drowning; dieing, again, I think as I drift into an uneasy sleep of nightmares as my body burns from the inside out.
Flashback….
I’m 4 years old. I’m at a home-day-care run by respected chick and her boyfriend.
I’m the only one that ever gets this pain at the daycare. Why me? This is my darkness.