I cowered in the corner, he stood before me, a smirk on his face, as if he were satisfied with what he had done. I muffled a sob, I wasn’t going to let him se me cry, he sneered, “You little b***h!: He said, sending his foot into my ribs, I cried out in pain and clutched my side.
That’s when I let the tears pour, the blood seeped down my legs, he laughed, as if he got a thrill from my pain.
He laughed once more before leaving my room, I stayed on the floor, afraid that he would come back, to hurt me more.
After what seemed like forever, he never came back into my room, I shakily stood up on wobbly legs, I nearly fell, but caught the edge of my bed to avoid hitting the floor.
I climbed into my bed, tears still streaking my face, bruises and scars covered my arms, I was sure I wasn’t going to school tomorrow, only to be hurt more by the time dusk had settled.
I rested my head onto my pillow, my forehead pounding, my knees still shaking, I knew my mother would never believe me, she’d believe him over me in a heartbeat.
I sighed, staring at my ceiling, tears began to flow once more, but I kept the sobs inaudible, I didn’t want to be beaten again tonight.
After the twilight of the new day was peeking through my window blinds, I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would come, and that tonight wouldn’t bring more horrors.