HATE ME

Vera.

      He crawled into my room ever so stealthily, careful not to make any noise but I still heard him. And I shivered knowing what he was about to do. This isn't the first time he'll make an attempt to try and sleep with me and everytime I resisted him. Sometimes it'll end in a brawl with some wounds and scars which he hid so perfectly from his wife so he wouldn't find out what he was up to. Why can't he understand that I can't let him into my pants? Just why!?

      So I stayed still, to give him the impression that I was still asleep meanwhile I was wide awake and aware of each and every move he made. He finally got the bed and in a yank pulled the sheets off. My heart did a summersault. His hands went straight beneath my pyjamas and I swallowed a scream. I know my life would be better if I just let him know do what he wants to do but for some reason  I can't, my body never cooperated with my mind and I couldn't understand why...

   Just when he was about to pull my pants off, I shrieked and started kicking my legs furiously. Two strong hands landed on that and held in position. Then he put his entire weight on me making it impossible for me to move... I could feel his boner within my thighs and the thought of that in me just made me want to throw up. 

    "Bitch!" He cursed under his breath. I was shaking furiously now. His hands played around my body, sickening me but I didn't dare make a sound. His wife was going to come in any minute now and if she caught us like this.... I cant even begin to imagine. He pulled up my pants and positioned himself steadily onto me. I was already sweating profusely. 

      Just as he was about to strike, my body defied my mind rules of staying in position as I grabbed the alarm clock beside me and smashed it on his head. He groaned in pain and lifted himself away from me. I immediately stood up, panting furiously. I made to run out of the room but he dragged me back and slammed me on the bed, covering my mouth with his hand while I struggled for freedom. He tore up my pyjamas so he could gain entrance to my body. One hand slid my pants off my body and once again I was naked under his eyes. 

   But I didn't give up, my body and mind wouldn't let me. I furiously searched for what I could use to defend I myself and luckily I did. The alarm clock I had broken on his head had pieces of glass lying around I picked one up and stabbed his stomach with it. He staggered backwards, his stomach bleeding. I stared in shock.... I just murdered someone...

     Just then, his wife walked in and turning on the lights saw the commotion. Her husband on the floor, bleeding his life out and I, almost naked.

       " You wench!" She shrieked and attacked me grabbing me by the hair. I cried out in pain, from fry pan to fire. Then sent a hard hit across my face, I fell to the floor and hit my head on the bed. Another scar. By now the entire house hold had woken up and we're already in my room.

     " Please... help me." Her husband groaned on the floor. She rushed over to him and kissed him.

     " Don't worry honey, we'll get you to the hospital right away. Someone call the ambulance!" Her little daughter rushed out of the room to do just that.

    " When I get back, I don't want to see you here..." she gritted, staring daggers at me. " Get your God forsaken self out of my house! Get out before you kill the rest of us!"  She thundered.

     " I'm sorry...." I mumbled. But she was right, I don't belong here. Nothing of mine is here. Her husband was still bleeding and even though he was in pain, I'm sure he's glad I'll be finally leaving his house. Her daughter, Lily came back to the room.

   " Mom, dad... the ambulance is already here." She announced quietly.

   " Thank you." She said and dragged her husband up, leading him to the ambulance. I silently watched them go before turning to the blood filled floor. I had best clean this up before finally packing my bags.

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 Hi, I'm sure you must be wondering who I am. Well my name is Vera Freeman which is ironical since everywhere I've gone I've been found in chains, chains that I can't seem to break out from. You must have guessed right, those people aren't my real family. If they are, my dad wouldn't try to rape me or my mom would never send me out of the house. At least I think they wouldn't. The truth is, I don't remember them. I remember nothing from my past, no matter how hard I tried. 

   The Colton's found me by the seashore one day during their vacation all battered and almost dead and they decided to help me. When I eventually woke up from my coma, I found out that I had amnesia and so I couldn't remember anything. Bedsides they were no notification of any child being missing so they didn't know what to do with me. Eventually they brought me in and started to take care of me. I was glad for that, at least I thought I was.

    Until her husband began to make advances at me. His wife never noticed and when I tried to complain she would wave me off. Now she finds out but kicks me out of the house. I deserve it anyway, I deserve every single thing she does to me. If I keep staying here I might eventually kill everyone of them so I made sure I packed my things after I finished the clean up. I'll leave the house tonight, and go wherever the wind leads me. 

    Dropping the equipments I used in the bathroom, I stared at myself one last time in the bathroom. Big dark eyes, a result of lots of crying, cracked lips,  multiple scars in every side of my body even more beneath my clothes, pale skin. It made me feel dead and I liked it. Because I wanted to die. I let my long dark hair down and wore my worn out hoodie. Then walked out of the bathroom to my room and carried my bags. Then picking up my necklace, the only possession I ever had, looked around the room one last time before walking out, closing the door behind me.

   Lily was in the parlor, watching TV while waiting for her parents returned. When she noticed she wasn't the only one in the room she turned and saw me. I managed a small smile.

   " You're leaving." She said.

   " Yes, there's nothing for me here. When your mom comes back, tell her I'm sorry and I'll never trouble her again. " She nodded slowly. Then got off the couch and hugged me. I stiffened.

   " Take care of yourself." She whispered.

  " I'll try." Disengaging from the hug, I made my way to the door, opening it.

   The dark night lay before me. Darkness surrounded me. Just like the one I felt in my soul. Little Sparks of light came from the city before me and that was where I was headed. With a few dollars in my pocket, a bag slung to my shoulders, I heaved a sigh and put my hoodie on and began walking.... Walking into the night.

     I just hope I am not dead before tomorrow morning.