jackiejax521

Mood: HAPPY

I woke up the next morning to the severe reality of what happened the night before.  My body ached so bad.  Every move I made was like reliving the hellish beating that I received.  I hurried to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower.  I turned on the water and watched as it hypnotized me.  I saw the fat drops fall on the floor, making a puddle.  I finally got in, "Shit!",  It hurt so bad.  The intense stinging was too much for me to bare.  I cried silently, trying to wash the caked blood off my body.  As I cried, I stared at the water for a long time.  I thought to myself, so many different shades of red.  So much blood, I thought I would die, but no luck.  As I finally rinsed the last of the blood off, I made sure to clean the tub thoroughly, making sure there was no trace left.  I dried myself off and put on a long sleeve shirt and long pants.  My face looked so bad.  My eyes were swollen and bruised.  My nose hurt bad.  My lips were cut up.  I took out my cover up makeup and started concealing my bruises.  I did my best, but even that wasn't good enough. 

 

It was time to wake my brothers and sisters for school.  While they got ready, I made breakfast.  I called them into the kitchen for breakfast and as they came in the expression on thier faces was one of pure horror.  They asked me what happened?  I replied, "what do you think?"  Just sit down and eat your breakfast, I have to get you to school.  Silence overtook the kitchen, no noise, that was the number one rule of the house.  It was like living in a prison.  We left the apartment, I put on my shades to hide my shame.  I walked my siblings to school.  We said our goodbyes and off they went, they kept looking back at me as if to say, will you be ok?  Should I stay with you?

 

I decided to walk to the park and just sit and think about my situation.  I was only 11 yrs old and going thru hell, what should I do?  I wanted to tell someone about it, but then I figured I would get in trouble and suffer another beating in the hands of my father.  My eyes were overcomed with tears.  I just cried and cried.  My eyes stung so bad I had to stop.  I thought about my mother, I wondered if she was ok.  She had suffered so many beatings at the hands of my father.  I know she was desperate, looking for a way out.  I remembered when she finally came home.  There was peace in our home for 2 days, but after that the beatings continued.  

 

It was Christmas Eve and I was excited because we would open our presents the next day.  There were no beatings given on that day.  We were very happy.  My mother prepared a great feast and we ate and sang, we were a real family that day.  My siblings and I decided to go to bed at 10pm so that Christmas Day would come quicker..........go figure.  I couldn't sleep it felt like an eternity, espeially if your a kid.  I got up at 5am and woke my brothers and sisters up.  What would happen next would change my entire life.......................(TO BE CONTINUED)