A Small World Child Abuse

Please mommy don't leave me here. He's standing there drinking a beer. I'm crying as she walks down the stairs. Never looking back as if she doesn't care. He was in the kitchen and I heard a loud boom. Thats when I ran upstairs to my room. He started upstairs screeming my name. I knew he was looking for me to blame. Under my bed is where I hid. He opened the door and said"hey where are you kid. He reached under my bed and pulled my out. He said little girl don't cry or pout. I never cried I just turned my head. After he finished I wished I was dead. Teresa Skyles Please momma's out there think about who you leave your babies with. Entered in Waylee Whitlock"My darkest childhood memory"contest