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He never really did learn to treat me like a step-daughter. How could mama marry someone so vindictive? After daddy died I thought for s u r e we’d be ok. Then Jack walked through the door. So what if I didn’t finish my homework? That gave him no reason to leave bruises and bumps in places only I can see. He threatened me if I told, I would regret it. Keeping quiet was more dangerous, so I thought… I shouldn’t have told mama and showed her my s c a r s. I thought the police would’ve taken care of it. It was warm that night, humidity was rising and sweat was pouring down my forehead as I was tied down by arms stronger than myself. Not once was there a sexual encounter, just a paddle and strong hands. Screaming with a rag in my mouth and in a position I could not break free from. My fear led me to a place of shock. I became quiet and loathsome. After every hit I became more numb, and the more numb I became the more I closed my eyes in weakness. Is this what it felt like to die? The final blow is what caused my final breath. I laid there in a pool of blood and as I rose from my body I saw horrific images of my lifeless body so cold and alone. I died alone in a basement on a cement floor wrapped up in a plastic bag. Twelve years old. Too young to fight, yet too old to f o r g e t. Mama was left wailing. She never did forgive herself. Later I saw her in my bedroom holding my blankie and remembering my birth. She was the first to hold me, and couldn't be the last. She needed closure, and I needed h e r … My youth stolen from a monster who sought pleasure from my death. My body conquered from a man who brought leisure to my last breath. Bloodstained floor left marks mama will never be able to forget. Restrained and more remarks from neighbors; she’ll always regret. Left lifeless and cold I was tormented from a disturbing step-father so often. Bereft fight-less as I moaned in agony from a murdering killer left in a coffin. As mama sat at my grave that cold rainy day she knelt down in prayer asking for divine forgiveness. She laid two white roses on my grave. One for me and one for my daddy. She knew he would take care of me in h e a v e n. Through Their Eyes II Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Date Written: August 14, 2016
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