History Scandals {Editing}

7 Toxic memories

"You like hiding from me Onika huh?" She kicked me again.

The pain was excruciating.

Tears streamed down my face but I dare not say a word.

"Get your ass up. Since you wanna lock doors bitch." She spit on me pulling me up by my hair.

I gripped my fist tight trying to make pain somewhere else so I could forget about what she was doing to me.

She threw me on my bed.

"Stay here and don't you fucking move." I just balled up on my bed as she walked out.

She was going to get the spoon.

I hated the spoon it hurt so bad.

I hear her running back up the stairs.

I began to whimper.

She had the giant wooden spoon in her.

The face that was suppose to show me love and care was the root of all my mental and physical pains

"Take off your panties Onika." I unballed myself and stood up shaking I had to obey or she would beat me worst.

"Now take off your night gown." I shakily grabbed the ends of my night gown and slowly pulling it above my head.

I dropped it to the floor standing there nude to her evil eyes.

Everything visible the scratches and bruises scattered all over my body.

Bite marks placed against my flat chest.

I stood still as she advanced towards me.

She pushed me against the bed.

I cried tears streaming out my eyes.

She creased my already swollen face.

"You deserve this." She pushed the handle of the spoon inside me.

I yelped and kicked and screamed but it did no use.

She smacked and punched me as she shoved it in me.

"Mommy stop!" My small ten year old voice barley able to scream.

"Please." I begged her tears streaming out of my eyes.

I laid here getting brutally beaten and rapped by my own mother.

"Please wake me up!" I scream. But it was like nobody could hear me.

I whimpered as she shoved it in deeper.

"Shut the fuck up."

Then I heard a voice.

"Onika." Someone was shaking me.

"Onika wake up." The shaking became rapid.