Bad Day pt.2
"Please, just pull the trigger and end this nightmare"
It all started when she was 8. He would come into her room when her mom was passed out and had some 'fun'. After a while she realized it wasn't as bad if she just lay there, not moving, not saying anything.
It pissed him off when she didn't scream or cry, so that's just what she did.
She would wait till he left, breakdown in the shower. He couldn't hear her over the spray of the water, so he wouldn't get the satisfaction of knowing how broke her.
She decided not to tell her mom. She would never believe that her beloved 'boy toy' could do such a thing. She would just say she was always ruining her life and that she could never be happy. She would save that beating for another day.
It was when he started bringing his 'friends' over that it got really bad. He owed them money he didn't have, so he gave them her. By this time she was 10 years old and started fighting back. Some of the guys liked it, thought it was 'kinky'. They usually went home with a black eye, or two. The others just laughed at her and went harder.
Sometimes she just dreamed, pretended she was in a different world, with a different life. One with a loving mother and a perfect dad, but all would come crashing down to soon, and she'd be back in her rundown apartment with her pathetic excuse for a family.
She just wished it would end, wished she could wake up to that loving family she dreamed about. Maybe this all was just a twisted nightmare. She wished it was.