My stepmother is pure evil.
It's been 4 months in hell so far. My father is due to come back in two months again. He'll only stay for 3 days max though. Job regulations. When he came back, I wore long sleeve sweaters and pants to cover up the signs of Eliza's abuse. She acted like the perfect wife and stepmother. I had to play along.
She hit me continously. There came a day where she threw me on the floor and kicked me and spit on me. The other day, she dunked my head in the tub full of water. I almost drowned right there. Maybe I should have died. No more pain. No more tears.
She liked to kick me and hit me with a belt across my bare back. She liked to burn me with her cigarettes. She lights one and presses it on my skin, leaving bad burns and welts. I was constantly in pain. In pain and in tears.
I took up reading the Bible. It brought comfort and hope that one day, things would be better.
One day after she finished slapping the sh!t out of me, she invited a guy over. He was about 35 years old. He arrived with bottles of beer, wine, and whiskey. I'd make sure to stay out of their way tonight. Eliza liked to bring guys home and fuck them. I was used to it, it was mostly every night.
I was busy writing a letter to my mother at my desk. I write letters to her and pretend that she can read them from Heaven. I keep them in a shoebox. It's filled with letters. I heard snoring. It was probably the guy.
Suddenly, my door bursted open. In came the guy. He looked surprisingly sober. I still sniffed danger in the air.
"What are you doing here? GET THE FUCK OUT!" I said.
"I just came to have some fun. Don't you want to have some fun? I'll make sure you enjoy the rest of the night," he said. He grabbed my arm forcefully and pulled me closer to him.
"GET OFF!!" I tried kicking him and hitting him and yelling, but nothing worked. No one heard. I was about to get raped! I can't let this happen!
I waited until he thought I had calmed down. I kicked his thigh and ran for the door. Unfortunately, I didn't kick hard enough and he caught me.
"Not so fast, come here," he said.
And with that, he kissed my neck. I felt fear. I screamed, but he clamped his hand over mine.
"I swear, if you scream, I will make this even more painful than it is," he threatened. So I just stood there helpless. Tears were running down my face. I wasn't brave or strong. I should just die. That way I won't have to experience this. I wished a lighting bolt would strike right there above my head.
He ripped my clothes off and laid me on the bed. I cringed as his hands went father down my body. I closed my eyes and imagined myself in a happy place. The plan backfired. So there was only one thing to do: Lay there hopeless and defenseless, and getting raped.