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Broken Silence

 

Prologue

Swallowed By a Monster

 

 

Please god! Please don't let him find me! My mind screams these words. Why did mother leave me home alone with him? Why? My body shakes with eager anticipation as I hide like a mouse under the bed. I strain my ears to hear anything, anything at all to tell me if he's getting closer.

I can't hear anything, nothing at all. My heartbeat is too loud in my ears. Stop! My mind yells to my heart. Stop or he might hear! My eyes are searching the room, scanning it back and forth till it lands permanently on the door.

BANG! The door flies open and hits the closet door beside it. My body jolts hard and I wince from the pain it causes my already bruised body. I keep silent, silencing my breathing as well. I've taught myself to breathe so silently that you wouldn't even know I was there.

“Where are you, you little bitch?” He says in a tone so only I could hear, and the neighbors next door wouldn't. I watch his feet, as he trudged into the room. Holding my breath as his feet stopped just inches from the bed, just inches from me.

Please…just turn around and leave. Just turn around! My mind shouted at him. All he had to do was turn and walk out the room and then totally forget about me. All he'd have to do is walk out and get distracted with something else.

I watch him shift his weight as his knees soon came into view. I could feel my heart stop as his face at last came into view, red as cherries and eyes of a murderer.

His hand reached out and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking me out from underneath the protection of the bed. He had been drinking; I could smell it on him like an aroma of foul perfume.

He lifted me by the shirt collar and without hesitation, threw me as hard as he could against the wall. I lay sprawled and breathless on the bed. He smiled as I wheezed in a breath. Every breath was like fire through my body, I could feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

You had your fun! Please, please, leave me alone! I rolled over to my side as tears poured from my eyes. I gave up long ago to keep my tears inside, and yet I hate letting him see me, it's weakness in his eyes, power in his eyes, triumph, victory, pleasure.

“Stop that crying or I'll give you something to cry about!” He yelled grabbing a hold of my shoulder and pulled me off the bed to the floor. My body tensed, so tense I was almost stiff as a board.

“Get up!” He yelled. I didn't move. “I said, GET UP!” He raised his foot and it collided with my stomach hard. My body bent into a “U” shape as I felt my stomach rise into my throat. I was choking and I had no idea why. I couldn't breath, and all I could feel was the pain shooting up my body.

He crouched down so he was close but he was still higher than me. He ran a hand through my hair then wrapped a huge bunch around his hand yanking my head from the floor. The bastard, he knew, he knew my head was sensitive. My eyes were rolling around in the back of my head; the pain was so strong it was unbearable. I struggled to get my hair loose, to free myself. He tightened his grip and pulled me up even more.

His free hand went to my forehead and he sent my head to the floor, pulling out a big knot of hair along with it. I held in a scream. He might get the pleasure of seeing me cry, but I would refuse to scream.

 

 

My life has been nothing but survival and terror. There hadn't been one morning that I didn't wake up asking myself, “Will I live to see tomorrow?” What you're about to do is turn the pages into the deepest and darkest times of my life.

You are about to journey into the fears, and disturbing images, words, emotions of child abuse. I forewarn the readers of this book that the following story is based on true events of my childhood, from the terror and abuse at home to the abuse and pain at school. It is time, finally time, to tell my story.