Preparing

  “Yes,” I say attempting to hide the drowsiness in my voice.

“Time to get ready for school Selena,” says mother shaking the door trying to pry it open.

“Wait Sandra,” I utter emphasizing her name, Sandra, she hates when I do that yet still I do.I see the shadows of her footprints walk away from the door then a few seconds later booming beatings appears. I know it’s him, I sense his monstrous energy and his treacherous smell through the door.  

“Get ready for school,” exclaims Joe, Sandra’s boyfriend, he is even worse than the other three in the past month. He doesn’t hide his pedophilia looks and doesn’t conceal his out of pocket thoughts but how would he know not to? Sandra isn’t a protective mother, she doesn’t give him disapproving looks. So he wouldn’t know that his looks give me chills and i’m afraid to wake up out of my sleep because I know in the conscious world he’s there. Waiting to prey on me and violate me with his hands in places he shouldn’t because I didn’t consent. I hesitantly open the marble bathroom door, he pushes it open then slams the door shut.

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispers as he places his cold hands around my waist.

“Excuse you, I believe you have your hands in the wrong place,” I say while trying to remove his hands off me but he is stronger and I can’t break the grip no matter how hard I try. He pushes me up against the wall and I slam my head so hard it starts to ring. I feel his every touch and my body breaks as his hands move down to my shorts and tries to take them off. I don’t know where the strength transpires in me and I take my knee and jolt it in between his legs so hard he descends into the ground holding his crotch in his hands. 

Joe crying on the floor says “Lena, come here!” I step over his aching body and run towards the bathroom door,only to find it jam. As I hear Joe in the background regaining himself and I frantically beat on the door.

“Mom help me please it’s Joe,” I’m screeching at the top of my lungs. Does she even want to hear me?I’m yanked by my hair and pulled to the ground with Joe on top of me. He is pulling and ripping my clothes. I’m fighting but it doesn’t seem like enough, I keep resisting but have I resisted enough? Joe eyes pierced into my eyes with a look of superiority and licks his lips. The tears roll down my face uncontrollably and I prepare for the end.

Author: Stephyne Weathersby

Lowkey trying my best.

3 thoughts on “Preparing”

  1. Woah, this…wow. Yeah, this really shows abuse in the rawest form. Too many times kids/teenagers parents will bring home these awful human beings. The world is so dangerous, and this reminds me of why I’m so cautious of who of try to associate with.

  2. …wow. Idk what I was expecting when you asked me how I would react if someone grabbed my hips but this story was NOT IT. You go girl! I kept scrolling trying to find more!

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