Never would i have thought 6hours was enough to ruin the happy spirit I had since childhood, 6hours was enough to remake my unicorn to a donkey.
It's late at night; I'm pretty sure everyone looked at me as I wobbled across the street alone, looking dreaded, with torn cloths, bruised face, bleeding mouth and a dried face. The little voice replying in my head "Sir, please stop. It’s hurting...soo much..pll..ee..AA.asS" "Just a little more, your parents wants a lesson teacher, well my dear, this. .is..sex...education...I’m almost done" " oh my daughter, you're tighter than I thought" Just 6 hours.
6HOURS EARLIER
Mr Mathew looked at me in disgust while he zipped his pants and fastened his belt, I was still laying on the bed fully aware of what just happened, feeling sore and pain as usual, it seems I'll never get used to it like he said "Go and wash yourself" as much as he tried to be nice, the disgust in his rather bulgy eyes looked was not so easy to hide.
There wasn't blood like everyone will say maybe because it wasn't his first time, No, I remember it started when I was 8, it's been three years since then, but today, today ends it, I don't care what happens, I'm done. In a haste I ran out without bothering to pick anything, I'll report him to my Dad. Not looking anywhere else except the road home, I ran half hazard and almost incoherently.
Rushing in to the house Daddy was seated there in his milk attire, watching the TV, he drags the pillow over his crotch immediately he sees me but that didn't hide the bulge i saw but I didn't care I ran to him crying after he was all I had "Daddy, there's something I need to tell you, Mr Mathew..." He replied in such a soothing yet scary manner
"shhhh, it's okay, my baby doll, Big Daddy got you" and just before I could show my surprise his mouth was deeply rooted in mine, trying to move away, he holds my waist tight and my head to his, i could feel his tongue, his hands found it's way to my small oranges, I cried and begged, daddy could hear but won't listen and in less than minutes he was in, it felt more painful than Mr mathew, atleast Mr Mathew didn't tear my cloths or slapped me or held my neck, I stared at my father and at that point I couldn't recognize who I was looking at, he looked like a starved lion who finally had its prey, my tears suddenly stopped, I wasn't shouting anymore, I wasn't begging him to let me go, as much as he hit me, I just stared..
A loud sigh was all I heard when he was done, he couldn't look at me, yet all I could do was look at him, numb.
NOW
My heart hurt, my soul heavy, and in all I knelt down right there and began to scream so much my guts began to hurt, my eyes began to bleed, I could hear people speaking but I won't stop, I couldn't stop "it wasn't him, I must have imagined it, daddy didn't, it must have been my thoughts"
The environment got brighter and brighter....it almost feels like someone was shinning the light..it almost feels like the light of a ca.......
BEAT!!!
I'm in the air, the pain seizes for a moment,is this freedom? I feel lighter for a moment, I feel relieved, till I went back down.
BLACKOUT
MILLIONS OF GIRLS ARE SUFFERING FROM RAPE AND SEXUAL ABUSE, EVEN IF THEY SURVIVE THE TRAUMA, MORE THAN THOUSANDS DON'T HEAL FROM THE EMOTIONAL TURMOIL.
STOP RAPE AND GIRL MOLESTATION, IT LEADS TO IRREPARABLE DAMAGES.
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