Chapter 3

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Chapter 3


Flopping down on the uncomfortable couch, I try to get comfy. It's still warm from where her sister was just laying. I've never met her sister, hell I didn't even know she had a sister. I couldn't catch a glimpse of her face when Brilynn was moving her to her room. If she looked anything like Brilynn then she was a pretty girl.

My mind was still reeling from what Brilynn said before we came into the house. If you hear a scream don't be alarmed. What the hell was that supposed to mean? That actually kind of scares me, is someone gonna get murdered?

Rolling to face the back of the couch, willing sleep to take over. Tomorrow I will find out who her sister is, then maybe I might know who she is.


Age eleven

Laying silently on my bed, trying to become invisible. I wait for him to come into the bedroom. I don't know why he is doing this, he is hurting me. He is killing me, slowly killing me inside, one night at a time. I beg him not to do this, but he doesn't listen. He gets mad when I tell him to stop. My bedroom creaked open. Knowing who it is I close my eyes and wait.

"Cupcake you can open your eyes, it's only me." He trails his fingers down the side of my face. I flinch in disgust and climb up farther into my bed. He smiles and climbs up the bed to catch me. He pulls my leg so I'm laying down on the bed, I hit my head on the headboard in the process.

I whimper, it made me see stars, even though my room is already dark. He pulls my nightgown up around my little waist. Bile rises up into my throat. I have to do something.

"Stop, I'll tell mom." I blurt out. Of course, I couldn't tell my mom, she wouldn't believe me. I tried to once be he caught me and tried to cover it up. She believed him and she got mad at me and sent me to my room. The only good thing about that was he didn't come into my room for a week. The night he came back he beat my face up. He made me tell my mom that I ran into the wall when she asked, I told her I ran into a wall, she believed me.

"No, you will not!" He says, getting in my face.

"Yes I will," I challenge. I know I wasn't going to win. He always won and he beat me after and then did what I dreaded the most.

He slapped me hard across the face, immediately feeling it bruise. I started to cry.

"Don't you fucking cry." He says punching me in the stomach.

"Stop!" I cry out. He hit me so hard I blacked out.


I scream and set up in the bed. Looking around I see Brilynn laying next to me. Sighing, I lay back down.

"You okay?" She asked, barely opening my eyes.

"Yea," I whisper.

"You want to talk about it?" She asked, scooting closer.

"No." She always asked me if I wanted to talk about it, but I just can't. Brilynn knew what my dad did, but none of the details, she didn't need to know those horrible things. She might have nightmares about it, and I couldn't let that happen.

Glancing at the clock on the stand I see it six thirty. Time to take that run. Today I wanted to do it alone. Waiting for Brilynn to fall asleep, I climb slowly out of the bed.

Tip-toeing over to my closet I pull on my CCGA sweatpants and a CCGA short sleeve shirt. I slip on my sneakers and waltzed over to the bedroom door. The door used to creak, but I made Brilynn get it fixed it, brought back bad memories. It came to my advantage when I wanted to run alone.

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