Hand In Hand
Little girl
Whats wrong with you
What makes you different
Then the rest of them
Is it how you look
Is it where you come from
Who your parents are
I know what makes you different
You only have a father
That is a psycho
He kidnaps other girls
And brings them to your house
He makes them do things
That he makes you do
To him
If they dont cooperate
He beats them dead
He beats you
Leaving bruises and scars behind
He tells you he does those things
Because he loves you
He loves you so much
He beats you
You wear long sleeve shirts
To hide the bruises on your arms
And to cover your back
That is covered with scars
That will never disappear
You wear jeans
To hide the scratches
Around your ankles
From the string that holds them still
He brings a new victim home
She is older
Than the little girl
They turn into best friends
The dad is fed up
With his daughter's friend
He takes her into his room
And shuts the door
The little girl
Hears screaming
She runs into the room
To help her friend
The father is raping her
He yells at the little girl
Telling her to go away
She does not listen
She goes and tries to pull him off
Of her best friend
He hits her
So hard
She flies back a couple feet
She gets up and runs into the kitchen
To grab the knife
That has killed many before
She goes into the bedroom
Holding the knife behind her
She walks to his side
He does not notice
He is too busy else where
She brings out the knife
And stabs her father
In the throat
Her friend is telling her to run
She does not leave
She unties her friend
And they leave
Hand in hand
Copyright © Allison Unknown | Year Posted 2009
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