"No one is safe. Especially you."
The beginning of my life
was on a saturday.
My mother would call me her little party girl
because I was delivered at a late night saturday party
she was at, doped up and on display.
It wasn't her fault, really.
Being on drugs.
It was more of my fathers fault.
Steven.
He pressured her into it,
at such a young age.
Made her feel loved,
when she would shoot up.
That's what I was told by my
aunt Cindy,
atleast.
Mom's name is Alice.
She's got the most beautiful dark brown hair
that stretches to her waist.
Alabaster skin that shines in the moonlight.
Bright blue eyes.
The most gorgeous woman alive, I think.
It's her actions that make her hideous to me.
Sometimes, if mom needed money,
She'd dress so beautiful, and go out late at night,
to come home with a man, wrapped tightly around her waist.
Steven would look at them, nod, and send them on their way
to his and mom's bedroom.
I didn't know what mom would do with these different men
until I turned thirteen,
and learned that she did it not only for money,
but for daddy.
He wanted her to do such horrible things,
so he could have something against her,
when it came time to split the money she would be
making.
Steven let the men that mom brought home
into my bedroom sometimes.
One man in particular,
I wish I would have known back then.
He was tall and pale,
Deep black eyes and silky black hair that
fell perfectly in place over his face.
He was gorgeous to me,
but disgusting at the same time.
I never wanted to have anything to do
with the men she would bring home.
He sat on my bed next to me,
while I curled up in a ball against the wall.
He didn't say anything at first.
Just stared at my face and smiled
a heavenly smile.
He crawled closer to me, and
rubbed his thumb against my cheek.
I felt the tears flow down my face,
awaiting for him to just turn into a monster like
the other men did.
For him to just take me by suprise and cloak me in a
shadow of pain and sweat and darkness.
I await, but it doesn't come.
He leans closer and kisses my mouth,
telling me it would all be okay one day.
Then, he gets up,
walks out of my door,
and leaves.