17~ Bleeding Thighs

SKYLAR P.O.V

I already made up my mind never to cry each night he forces me to bed. I will never display how weak I am to him, but to see each night the same way.

After he was done, I stepped out of the bed as he had driven off to sleep. I wore my clothes, leaving the room quietly.

The pain was deep but not as compared to the first time. But, I was finding it quite difficult to walk, and I hoped my movement wouldn't become obvious and suspicious.

I changed to my casual wear, laying on my mattress. The cold was too much for my body, so u stood up to close the window.

My eyes were bleeding tears, I was being tortured for everything I do, whether good or bad. I suffer for things I shouldn't have.

Lucky for me, nature came calling this time and I slept off like a child adjusting to the pain that stung in between my thighs.

I woke earlier than usual, I had a bad dream so I found it difficult to go back to sleep. I laid on my matter, silently praying to my mother.

Before she died, she told