{"id":7054,"date":"2019-10-16T09:47:04","date_gmt":"2019-10-16T14:47:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=7054"},"modified":"2019-10-16T09:47:04","modified_gmt":"2019-10-16T14:47:04","slug":"preparing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/10\/16\/preparing\/","title":{"rendered":"Preparing"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 \u201cYes,\u201d I say attempting to hide the drowsiness in my voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTime to get ready for school Selena,\u201d says mother shaking the door trying to pry it open.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait Sandra,\u201d 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\u2019s him, I sense his monstrous energy and his treacherous smell through the door.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet ready for school,\u201d exclaims Joe, Sandra\u2019s boyfriend, he is even worse than the other three in the past month. He doesn\u2019t hide his pedophilia looks and doesn\u2019t conceal his out of pocket thoughts but how would he know not to? Sandra isn\u2019t a protective mother, she doesn\u2019t give him disapproving looks. So he wouldn\u2019t know that his looks give me chills and i\u2019m afraid to wake up out of my sleep because I know in the conscious world he\u2019s there. Waiting to prey on me and violate me with his hands in places he shouldn\u2019t because I didn\u2019t consent. I hesitantly open the marble bathroom door, he pushes it open then slams the door shut.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi sweetheart,\u201d he whispers as he places his cold hands around my waist.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse you, I believe you have your hands in the wrong place,\u201d I say while trying to remove his hands off me but he is stronger and I can\u2019t 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\u2019t 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.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe crying on the floor says \u201cLena, come here!\u201d 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMom help me please it\u2019s Joe,\u201d I\u2019m screeching at the top of my lungs. Does she even <\/span>want<\/span><\/i> to hear me?I\u2019m yanked by my hair and pulled to the ground with Joe on top of me. He is pulling and ripping my clothes. I\u2019m fighting but it doesn\u2019t 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. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 \u201cYes,\u201d I say attempting to hide the drowsiness in my voice. \u201cTime to get ready for school Selena,\u201d says mother shaking the door trying to pry it open. \u201cWait Sandra,\u201d 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 … Continue reading “Preparing”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":49,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7054"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/49"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7054"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7054\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7077,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7054\/revisions\/7077"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}