Just A Glance (Lesbian) ( Unedited version)

Chapter 3 - Home sweet home, Not

kill me!

Mom – stop being so dramatic I won’t lay a hand on you

(winking at me, my stomach turn’s at what I know is going to

come)

Mercedes – come on help me pack I don’t want to look at her

face anymore……

We pack for about 2 hours; she rises and comes to hug me. I cry

because she is the only one to that has stuck by me. I begin to

beg her again to take me, she says now but that she will come

back for me once she has her own place. I walk her to the door

and she hugs me and makes me promise to be good even if she

provokes me. I don’t say anything at first and just watch her

walk out the door, after a moment I yank open the door and

run down the sidewalk and yell I promise. And soon after I

break and cry on the ground, because it was too late she never

heard the promise. I don’t know how long I was on the ground

but it was raining once I snapped out of my daze.

I stand and head back inside, to whatever my mom in her sick

head has in store for me. I just have to remember to go to my

happy place this time; hopefully it doesn’t hurt that much this

time. She tends to get over angry and become a lot rougher

then needed. I walk in but don’t see her at first; I don’t let this

fool me for I know she’s hiding somewhere. And speak of the

devil here she is sitting in the living room looking so smug; I just

wanted to smack the shit out of her. As I turn towards the stairs

I hear her call me back, damn I really thought she wasn’t going

to do this tonight. Once there she begins to speak…

Mom – I don’t know why you look surprised I told you I wasn’t

done with you yet.

Me – (backing away slightly) I thought you said you weren’t

going to lay a hand on me.

Mom – I know and I’m not (walks towards me and punches me

in stomach)

Me – (crumbled on the floor) ……….

Mom – get up and take off your clothes, and head to the

basement

God I hate when she makes me go down there, getting up I

walk downstairs and start to remove my clothing. I’ve got to be

quick if I do it too slow this will be a lot worst, and I just have to

go to my happy place.

Mom – come over here and give me your hands (puts hand

cuffs on my wrist and locks me to banister so I can’t run)

Me – (try to save myself one last time) But mom it really wasn’t

my fault this time, please don’t do this!