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The sound of shattering glass jolted Haley awake. Then it was quiet again before she heard the familiar blood curling scream of her mother. They had probably gotten wasted again and a stupid argument started up. Regardless, it always led to the same thing and Haley knew Ricky was beating the hell out of her mother. Shaking like a leaf, she slipped out of bed and grabbed a vase, the first thing she saw. Opening the door she saw Ricky standing over Cindy appearing to choke her. Mustering all her courage, Haley hurled her thin body into the man, drawing back the vase. From the corner of his eye he sensed the movement and stopped her, grabbing her hand when the vase was mere inches away from cracking his skull.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Get off my mother, you son of a bitch!" Haley yelled.
She began beating her fists against his back, raking her nails on his chest in an attempt to inflict any amount of pain she could. Grabbing her face, Ricky pushed her to the floor where still kicking and screaming, he brought his hand across her right eye. She felt the sting and the blood and one final time, hauled back and kicked him square in the crotch. He howled and grabbed his private area, sinking to his knees and cursing the whole time as Haley lay helpless on the floor.
"What are you two doing?" Cindy asked, clutching her throat that bore the imprint of a hand on it.
"Are you okay, Mama?"
"What did you do?"
"I had to get him off of you..."
Cindy's eyes skimmed over to where Ricky was trying to reach a standing position.
"Cin, when are you gonna do something about that goddamned brat? Little bitch just kicked me in the balls."
Haley put her arms around her mother as Cindy pushed away and slapped her hard across the face.
"Haley, you're always trying to ruin something. Damn you! You will show Ricky the proper respect."
"But Mama, he was choking you. I thought...I thought he was gonna kill..."
"Get out! You go to bed right now talking this nonsense."
With tears streaming down her bruised face, she retreated to the room. She collapsed on the bed sobbing, her head in her hands. She cried until she fell asleep, until there were no more tears left. She was exhausted but not so exhausted that she didn't hear the eerie creep of her door being pushed open. Haley knew she was not alone and she could see the silhouette against the wall. Sinking deeper into the bed, she closed her eyes tight and held her breath. There was a moment of silence then like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, Ricky snatched the blankets. Haley tried to scream but he held her face down into the pillow.
"Don't scream, slut, or I'll kill you. You hear me? I'll cut your throat and burn you and your mama up."
When her cries were muffled, he turned her back over. She could barely see the steely blackness of his eyes but she could smell the combined stench of body odor and cheap whiskey. With a sickening grin, he used his index finger to make an imaginary trail from her neck to the waistband of her pajama shorts. His very touch made her skin crawl.
"You leave me alone. Get out of here, Ricky, or I'm gonna..."
"Gonna what?" he smirked. "Enjoy it?"
With one motion, he ripped the top from her body, leaving her beige bra expose. She watched in stunned horror as he pulled down his pants and crawled on top of her, his wet and slimy tongue leaving a disgusting path across her face. That feeling, that awful feeling of his hands and mouth all over her and even worse her own fear literally paralyzing her. Ricky roughly pushed her bra over her breasts and lowered his salivating mouth onto her tender nipple. His hands traveled south rubbing against the warmth in her shorts as he hungrily bit into her.
"Stop fighting me, you know you like it!"
Her tears, fears, fears and the physical pain got the best of her. It was almost pointless to struggle against his dead weight and she shuddered to think what was next.
"Quit screaming because nobody can hear you besides, that only turns me on more."
"No, no", Haley whimpered over and over again as she thrashed her body around desperately trying to keep her knees locked tightly together.
"Why are you being so frigid with me, huh? Oh, I get it, unexplored territory. Is that it? Well, don't worry, baby. It'll only hurt for a minute."
Using everything inside her, Haley did the only thing she could think of to make him stop. Heaving her entire body weight, she summoned enough to vomit all over him, in the process wetting her pants as well.
"Fucking sick bitch!" he screamed, obviously disgusted as he fell to the floor.
Haley saw her only chance and took full advantage of the situation. She bolted up and out the door, stopping only to locate her car keys.
"You little cunt!" Ricky sneered. "I'm gonna kill you."
There was no time left so she made a run for in. Barefoot, bruised, bleeding and covered in her own urine and vomit, she dashed from the trailer in only shorts and a bra. She had no idea where she was running to, only what she was running from and what she was running for...her life.