Mummy, Help Me?

I was sitting in my bed, wanting to go with my mum. It was the day she was going to Paris. I begged her not to go but she had no choice to go, to feed us properly because after all there was another baby on the way. I ran downstairs, to see my mother with her bags packed, standing near the old brown door. I ran, and ran towards her and hugged her thin waist. She kissed me and said “I promise you father will look after you, and I will be back as soon as I can". Then she went out of the door, to catch her cab. My mother and father, well not my father he was dating my mum and they have been together for 8 months. I never trust him. I mean how can eh?

3 days went past, my mum’s boyfriend wasn't even feeding me, I had to feed myself, go shops by myself. He didn't bother with anything. I ran upstairs quickly, and picked up the black old fashioned phone, it was my beautiful mummy she'd called me to ask if I was okay. I was just about to tell my mum about her boyfriend not feeding me, then I could feel something around my neck, squeezing my thin, long neck; I could then see it was my mums boyfriend; he was strangling me  around the neck and whispered in my ear “If you tell her anything, I will kill you then her”. I gasped for air, when he finally let go, I then looked at the phone and my mum was screaming out my name over the phone “Johnny, Johhhhhhhn”. I had paused for a moment. My mum was still screaming over the phone “Johnny, sweetie where you gone, answer me?” I had to answer so I replied “Mum I’m here, please come back I’m begging you, I miss you so much and I cannot live without you please!”, my mum replied “ I will I promise baby I will” and then the line cut, we ended our conversation with goodbye. I sat in my bed all day long, on that day after what happened I just couldn’t believe my eyes.

6 days went by. One morning, I was getting ready for school and while I was putting myself cereals, I also had to make my own lunch for school. I was rushing to get out, so I didn’t have to see his face but it was too late, by the time I was putting my shoes on; he came down the broken stairs but I didn’t look up neither did I turn around. I got up, and opened the door to get out of this flipping house but he grabbed my lunchbox and asked me “Why are you rushing? I am going to take you in to school”. I waited for him to get ready and take me, he took his time but finally we got out of the haunted house and went into the car. I didn’t want to sit in this car, with him. He made me sick. I wanted to hit him. I couldn’t, because I was too weak. 15 minutes later, and we were outside the school gates, I put my hand on the door handle to open the car door but some touched my leg, it was going up and down my leg I quickly opened the door and ran out.

I was quite all day in school, I just wanted my mum. It was 3:45 until he picked me up, the violent sexist, Yes! That’s what I called him; I just wish I could say it to his face. I turned around to look for the car, and it was parked on the left side of the road, I walked slowly towards the car and sat in the back seat, he kept looking at me through the car mirror and I’d look down. When we got home, I ran upstairs and got changed; I sat in my bed all day until he came in to my room and closed the door behind me. 20 minutes later he came out, I was crying and I huddled towards the corner of the room, my clothes were ripped, my trouser was on my bed. He had sexually assaulted me. Why did he do this to me? I didn’t go to school for 2 days.

The next morning hours went by, and mum had called, I ran happily to tell her everything what he had done to me? But I couldn’t. Why? Because he had a gun to my head. My mum told me that she’ll come back a bit late, instead of being back in 6 days she was going to be back in 20 days. When she told me that, I hanged up and ran to my bedroom. 2 hours went by, and I had fallen asleep. I was woken up in my sleep, because I could hear banging, I could hear glasses, dishes being crushed and smashed in to walls. I decided to go downstairs to see what was going on. It was my mum’s boyfriend, he was drunk and I quickly ran upstairs when he took a glance at me, and he came after me. I ran in to my room, and put my brown, dusty cupboard in front of the door so he couldn’t come in but he was too strong and managed to come in. I was in the corner of my room and he made me do things bad ones. For the last 9 days, he made me work and treated me like a slave, he made me clean his clothes, clean his room, clean the dishes, make him food and then he’d take me to the bedroom. There was this one night where he brought a girl, well more like a prostitute to the house and took her to his bedroom, all I could hear was screaming then silence. He’d come downstairs with the girls head, and I screamed my eyes. I was treated like a slave for more than a month, my mother was going to be back in 15 days and he was still raping me, making me do things, he even made me sleep with an elderly women and he watched and if I didn’t do as he said he’d kill me right there.

I was only 10 years old and was treated like this. I couldn’t tell my own mother that the man she was sleeping was a murder, a sex offender but if I told her this I’d lose my life and my mother will lose hers.

There was 10 days left until my mum was coming back, I wasn’t happy because he was still hurting me, as in hitting me and smacking me with his long hard black belt. He would pull me by my hair and spit in my face, when I didn’t do as I did and he would hit me more now than take me into the room. One night, I was in my room wandering why did he do this? Why can he just leave me alone? Where is my mum? These questions were going through my head.  I wanted to get out of this house and go to the police but the last time I did that he hit me around the head with a stick. That when I fell unconscious. I was weak. I was thin. I had cuts and bruises all over me.

2 days until my mother will be coming back, and in those last two days I felt like my death was coming to me.  There was one day until my mum was coming home and on that one day, he decided to wake me from my sleep, dragged me down the stairs by pulling my hair, I screamed “Mummy, Help me please!”. Then minutes later, someone was opening the door but he couldn’t hear the lock turning around, this man was planning my murder. This evil, pathetic idiot had put me on the table, chained me up and stated hitting me with his belt and I was crying out loud screaming “Mummy” I opened my eyes to see he was on the floor and I looked up and it was my mum she was tearing up so much and she chained me down and I hugged her so hard and told her everything and told the police. He was still alive but he was sentenced to death.

A year went by and I had a normal life, living with my mum and my girlfriend and this time my mum was married to a sweet man, and my story was published. I started writing about my own life, I finally have the life I wanted.