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Inner Child
*12 Years Ago (December 2011)*
"I just need one more for tonight. Just for tonight please. Please Micheal come on." I heard my mother beg from the living room.
"Are you seriously trying to get high while you're daughter is in the other room?" my mother's boyfriend, Micheal questioned. "You're such a sad bitch, shit mother, pathetic whore..." he continued.
"Dominique is fine, okay? She's sleeping." my mother spoke.
"She's sleeping?" Micheal asked. "Y-Yea, I laid her down earlier. So, just please give me one more pill. Just for tonight." my mother said.
I tensed a little as I heard movement. "Where are you going?" my mother whispered.
"To make sure that fucking snitch daughter of yours is really sleep. Always running to tell her fucking daddy the fuck going on in my house." Micheal scoffed as his voice became closer.
I quickly closed my eyes and pulled the covers over my head. I heard the door creak open. My breathing intensified but I tried to be as quiet as possible.
My body tensed as I felt Micheal sit on the edge of my bed.
"Dominique I know you're awake." Micheal said in a very annoyed tone. He roughly pulled the blankets off me.
I groaned as he yanked me up by my shirt.
"I told you your fucking dyke ass daughter is awake!" Micheal shouted, pushing me onto the floor. "Just leave her alone!" my mother shouted back, walking into the bedroom.
"Go back out there and mind your business bitch." Micheal turned towards my mother.
"Micheal! Micheal, just leave her alone." my mother nearly pleaded. "I said, go back out there." Micheal roughly pushed my mother into the wall.
I quickly stood up and grabbed the kitchen knife I snuck under my pillow. I kind of blacked out until I saw a large bloody cut on his arm.
"You little bitch." Micheal turned around and yanked me up. He then slammed my head against the dresser.
I immediately fell down, gasping for air as my vision blurred.
My mother began screaming and hitting Micheal.
I slowly rolled over on my stomach and crawled out the room. I made it to the living room, collapsing a few times from how bad my head hurt.
I groaned as I reached for my mother's phone on the couch.
I immediately called my dad.
"Dad...dad." I could barely speak. "Dominique, what's going on?" he asked. "Mic- he hit mom again...and-" I stuttered.
"Did he hit you Dominique?" my dad firmly asked. I stayed silent. "Did he. Hit you?" he asked again. I broke down into tears. "...he pushed me into the dresser. I'm sorry." I cried.
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