http://slow.writerscafe.org/hisbabygirl95 The original writings of author Courtney Elizabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333119 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 yea... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/505998/ yea...idk what sonnet is so i just picked one lol. yup...hope u like it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/503345/ :) i didnt no wat to put as the genre so yea haha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/502261/ blah... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/492006/    Next thing I know, I'm in a small room. It's not just a room though. It's moving. I notice I'm in a car, nope, a van. I feel surrounded by unfamiliar objects. My mind is literally blank. I suddenly don't know who I am, where I am, or what's happening. I get scared. My body starts aching.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/491707/    We Arive at the hospital and the old woman has to literally pull me out of the car. 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" He asks in a surprising voice.  " You were about to hit me again! I had to deffend myself! "  " I was not - " &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/478364/    I was still sitting on Billy's cold cement floor. Dry blood covered my body. On my wrists, my arms, my face, my legs. Every where. I had the biggest splitting headache ever. It sucked. Billy was still standing at the window. Looking out of it, I could tell he was thinking. I just wasn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/477963/     I stay sitting on the floor with a confused look on my face. After he had just said all those things to me and then turned right around and hit me. I could tell he was ashamed of either what he had just said to me or that he just hit my once again. I had to find out, I decided.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/477488/    I sit there i silence. Once again. He is standing by his bedroom window. Peering out into the darkness that lies before him. I look up at him, I can feel the blood dripping down my head form when he slammed my head against the corner of his bed. It hurts. I feel like I'm going.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/476408/    A half an hour has now gone by and he is still going at it. At this point I am used to the pain. I was used to the pain when all of this started. I wish I wasn't though. All of the pain that I have been through just in this past week, was the most pain I've gone through in all of my sev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/476078/   Sometimes I wish. I wish that I could just be in his arms with no problems or no mistakes or no confusion. I dream of a world where all of that is true. That the world has no problems, mistakes, or confusion when it come to you and I. I wake up and want it even more. I want you, bab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/476070/ I look at you.Into your deep loving eyes.I think to myself, Wow. I really missed out when I hurt him.I think this to myself everyday.I've come to realize,I am lost without you.I can't find my way in life, depression, madness.All of it.It seems as if you are my light.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/476063/     The tension is running through my body like it's never going to stop. This feeling, I have never had before. Now that I have had, this feeling of getting ready to become a non-virgin, it sucks. Especially this way. He gets his penis closer and closer. My eyes are squeeze.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/476024/  As I talk to him my heat gets filled with happiness. I can't imagine what life would be life if I had never met, sean. I love him. I know I do. I love sean. i always will. i love him so so much. I can't put what i feel about him in words that well. When i talk to him it feels like so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/475800/    I am half naked. I am sitting up against his bed on the floor of his smelly room. My pants and panties are off my body. Billy, on the other hand, is completely naked. I am in pain everywhere. When ever I move even one little muscle, it kills me inside and out. He comes over to me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/475676/     My breath is now regained. Billy is standing in front of me, watching me. Silence is all there is for about five minutes. He starts to walk over to where I am sitting. Bruises now cover my arms from where he grabbed me n clutched me as he butt raped me. Both of my eyes are now bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/475068/     A girl, with nothing in this world. No idea why she is even in it. Neglect, is what she has gotten most of her life. Someone comes along, does she love him? She thinks to herself. Yes. She decides. Then... something happens. Something bad. Neglect, is what she has gotten most.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/474739/      My pants were now unbuttoned all the way. I felt incredibly violated. Tears streaming down my face, as he attempts to tug my pants. I try to hang on to them, which is wicked hard since my hands are still tied. He gets them off and I scream out loud to my failure. He sla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/474735/       I woke up the next day in a small inclosed area. It spelt of beer, cigarettes, and rat poop. I quickly sat up when I realized where I really was. Which my head kill even more. I instantly remembered what had happened the night before, with him. I was in his house. I th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/474154/        I feel the heat. The heat coming between us. I don't want to. I can't even imagine how much worse I would feel everyday for the rest of my life is he got to out of hand with me. I pull back. I say I really have to get to class now. He sighs and says okay. We both come out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/474005/         The next day came. I woke up to silence. Well,  besides my alarm. I looked out the window. It is thursday. It is a beautiful morning. The sun is shining, the snow is melting, (I hope) and my parents aren't here. Surprise surprise. The only thing i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473943/         I get to the school and enter quickly. I knew that everyone knew about what had happened to me the previous week, because they were all looking at me. They weren't just looking, they were starring. It felt good to be noticed, in a way. Since, I'm alway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473942/       I wake up to my parents fighting, again. They fought a lot, actually. I was used to it. This time, though, It sounded like it was getting a little out of hand. All I could hear was screaming, crashing of beer bottles, and then the last, slamming of the front door as on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473918/        About three days have gone by and I was now home. I could tell that my parents have been home at least twice in my week in the hospital. There were even more bottles of wine and beer clattered all over the kitchen counter, floor, and in the sink as well. After I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473911/       I wake up in a hospital bed. My head is killing me. I look around. No one is here with me. I didn't expect my parents to be here anyways. I looked at the clock on the wall. It read four-thirteen p.m.. I kinda firgured that my parents were out getting drunk by now. One .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473708/        The hours pass by, my classes go on. Before I know it, it's free period. My body shakes as a step outside into the cold winter day. I walk over to the picnic tables where no one is. That is where I go everyday... until he comes to get me to go behind the school. I sit and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473687/           I arrive at the school. Walking towards the entrance. I see him. He is walking towards me. I try to pick up my pace a little, but he just starts running. So I do, too. He catches up to me quite quickly considering that I am pretty slow. He grabs my arm as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473601/           I wake up the next morning. It's quiet. To quiet. I go downstairs, still wearing the clothes from the day before. I look in the kitchen. There are beer bottles, wine bottles and glasses everywhere. I can't even imagine why my parents would come home last night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473358/           I hesitate to pick up the phone afraid of what I heard in school that day. Is it true? Did he really do that to his previous girl friend? I pick up the phone anyways, trying to fight my fears. Wanting the truth, I tell him about what I had heard that day at sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473350/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473345/ I sit in silence,I look out the window before me,I think to myself,the pain I had caused him.The agonizing pain.I love him, I really do.Everyday My feelings are complicated to explain,even to myself.My feelings of depression some days,happiness other days.My feelings of co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/473100/  My heart races,as I write the message to him.I'm not sure if you know,I'm not trying to push you away.I'm doing everything but that.I'm holding on for dear life,but it seems as if the string keeps slipping,out of my grasp ever day we're apart.I was trying to tell you,you are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/472670/  As the image of his face appears in my head, I'm thinking. I can't stop thinking about him. How I'm incredibly scared and confused. How would he take it? How would I take it? As I look back at the image of him in my head, I then see a tear roll down his cheek. Then another one. Then some more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/472367/  As I look into your deep loving eyes, I ask for one last dance. You say yes and that amazing feeling takes over my body. That feeling when you know something amazing is going to happen. I take him by the hand as I lead him onto the dance floor. I put my hands on his shoulders, he places his ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/472020/ You're the one.You're the one I want to call up ever night,just to hear your voice.You're the one I want to spend every hour of every night,on myspace talking to.You're the one I want to walk down the isle with,and say those two words to,I Do.You're the one I want to be there when my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/471981/  As I talk to her. She starts telling me about Taylor. I ask her what's wrong. She tells me how much Taylor was her life and how much she needs her... at this point I don't really know what to say. I then tell her I wish I could help her. She said she does to, but I just can't. Right then,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/470219/  Looking down at the picture, my eyes scanning across all of the past players.My eyes meet her face,Liz.I feel my eyes start to water up,but I hold the painful tears back,afraid of crying in front of my music class. I stand there,for what seems like hours,I then look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/470129/ As I walk into the dark evening,rain pouring onto my skin,tears adding to the wetness,I walk down the road as cars drive by me,as the water from their tires splash onto my pant legs.I put my head up,facing the sky as the rain drops come falling down,I think about the rain drops,how t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/469038/  As I stand there in the pouring rain talking to him. My eyes red with tears. My face wet the rain. I tell him about the trouble I had with my mother about the last night. As I'm explaining I think to myself about us, and everything we could and should be. I also think to myself if I should rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/468954/  I sit there on the bus,I feel the cold breeze come form a cracked open window.I sit there, and hear her say,the most worst words any person would want to hear, after what had happened." Courtney, I blame you for Liz's death..."That is what she said.At that m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/468099/ I sit in the car as it drives away from the wonderful fair I had experienced once again. My hand tightly in his not wanting to let go. I look over at him. I see his beautiful eyes sparkle as we pass a street light. I smile contentedly. I pear out my window into the dark night before me. My eyes slow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/468080/ As I walk down the road,Into the dark night that lies before me,as the rain comes down on my soft face,I think.I think of the past,I think of the future,I think of the present.I feel a dark, deep depression fall onto me.As I walk past the houses on both sides of me,I feel inclosed,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/467775/ As I talk to him. A smile comes across my face. My insides becomes happy. Im happy. I think of the past and how it used to be with the two of us. How we used to be held in each others arms. How we used to kiss each others lips. The smile vanishes. I look up from the ground that my eyes lay across. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/467654/  I sit here on myspace. I glance over to the side of the screen and I see it. Her name. Her face. Her. My heart stops. My eyes widen. My heart aches. Right at that very moment I didn't know what do to. Should I turn away, or click on it? As I thought to myself as blank as the sky, I feel a tear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/467633/ I sit there on the floor of his room.He comes and sits by me.As His soft hand slips into mine, I look at him, into his eyes filled with love." I love you. So much. "Is what he tells me.I tell him yes. Forever.He wraps his strong arms around my body,ever so gentl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hisbabygirl95/467568/