I had reached the age of 14 years with this my body had changed something normal in adolescence, a bad change (for me) that there was was that one spring night my mother returned home from a party when she was 12 with a man since That first day I listened to them from my room as they had sex, so I covered my ears with the pillows almost wishing I would never hear again, that man named Victor Phillips had come to stay.
Although I must admit that there was a good change, a family had moved next to our house and their son Peter Paterson had become my best friend, we met when he was 11 years old and we quickly became very close, we knew everything about each other, both he and his parents knew everything that was and was happening with my mother so they gave me their help whenever they could, they were outraged by the way my mother treated me and despite the fact that I will always be eternally grateful to them I would not want to get them in trouble for helping me, my poker cards had also helped me a lot to calm me down (I had become very good at poker) when I was upset and didn't want to do anything but hit her, hurt my mother in all other ways that I imagined (I must admit that my mind was already beginning to damage) and so my life has continued until there was something that finished damaging me.
It was a hot summer afternoon, the holidays had started a week ago, that day I was in the kitchen serving ice water to my mother and Victor, they were in the living room cooling off with the standing fan while talking about gossip, he He is a middle-aged man with a stocky body, dark hair with several gray hair, gray eyes and a perfectly trimmed mustache.
Once I finished putting ice on both glasses, I walk towards them to deliver what they asked me in an unkind way, my mother had grabbed the glass ignoring me but he had brushed my hand grabbing the glass looking at me in a dirty way that made me feel uncomfortable, I hated that he saw me like that and my mother never noticed or ignored it, I move away from there to go to my room, since I had not finished reading The Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, Peter had given me the Last Christmas, it was the third time that I read it and from the first time that story captures me, being the first book they had given me.
After almost finishing the fascinating book, I put on the page a separator that I had made the first time I read, it was made of cardboard colored with crayons in a psychedelic combination of many colors, I got up to go to the kitchen since I had been thirsty because of the unbearable heat even though the window next to my bed was open.
When I get to the kitchen I see that my mother comes out of her room dressed to go out, with a dress, heels, perfectly made up making her blue eyes stand out, her blonde curly hair loose, while I pour myself grape juice I hope she goes out with Victor since I can't stand it.
I want you to make Victor dinner .- says my mother turning around to see me while she arranges her bag.
Ok ... .- I say sighing irritated by having to stay with him in addition to making him dinner.- I will
I wanted to say a rude thing to her, I didn't want to cook for that man and even less stay with him, without saying anything else my mother slammed the door, I drink my juice recharging myself on the counter hoping that I spend at least hours without seeing him but when end of my juice my hope is extinguished when I see him approaching me, ignoring him I put the glass aside to go out to the garden or to talk with Peter, at the moment I pass by his side he takes me by the forearm with force.
What are you doing? Let me go .- I say trying to struggle but he makes his grip stronger .- you are hurting me
You do not know how long I waited for this moment, to be alone with you .- he says now bringing his face to mine now using his other hand to try to touch my breasts.
Without saying anything else, I raise one knee to hit him hard on the crotch the moment he lets go I turn to run but he catches me by the hair and throws me hard to the ground, the moment my head hits the ground my vision becomes blurred, when I try to stand up I feel another blow to my head making everything around me darken and I feel nothing else.
When I wake up I feel disoriented, not knowing what time it is, and my head ached as if a train had hit me, the first thing I feel is that everything is dark and that I am in my bed, suddenly a pain in my intimate area Makes me stay still
What happened to me .- I ask myself, trying to sit up with effort by such acute pain, containing a cry with tears.
Also feeling a strange substance since I realized that I was naked, I get down with effort from my bed to go to turn on the light, after trying to get there I turn on the light and I see that my window is closed as well as the curtain, the door It is too, my gaze goes to the bed and I see the blood stain with a white substance, I cover my mouth with my hands feeling tears fall realizing
what Victor had done to me.
I let myself fall without stopping crying, cursing that man, also my mother for having brought him, for allowing him to be rude to me and hit me the same way she does, without stopping crying I get up still ignoring the pain of my private part I go to my bathroom and take a shower, taking my time to wash my body, feeling how the tears are mixed with the water from the shower, when I finish I dry myself with the towel covering my battered body with it and I see myself in the mirror, my eyes look red and swollen from crying so much with a grimace, I ignore my reflection, feeling loss, feeling nothing but anger, hatred and an immense desire to set everything on fire but at the same time let them live and just walk away to live their pathetic life, rotting together.
I go out of the bathroom to get dressed, while I put on my underwear I ignore my bed and with it that stain, when I finish putting on a pair of jeans with a plaid shirt with buttons and 3/4 sleeves the door to my room opens wide. hit, I do not react being used to the intrusion to my room, I see my mother in front of me, she probably just arrived from the happy party.
I told you to make Victor dinner, what the hell were you doing? .- Asks approaching me.
I'll tell you what I was doing, old hag. - I say through my teeth. - I was being raped by that damn man who is living here as kept, look what is in my bed!
I show her the blood stain with the other white one, it was probably semen, to which my mother just looks at me with a raised eyebrow and her arms crossed.
You provoked him and him did that to you because you are a bitch .- she tells me walking towards me with hatred visible in her eyes.
The moment she raises her fist to hit me, I throw her to the floor pushing her when I am about to leave the room I feel that she pulls my foot making me fall to the floor, she quickly climbs on top of me starting to hit me, to which I just I cover myself with my hands when she leaves me disoriented, my mother gets up and leaves my room closing the door, without strength I remain lying on the floor, feeling how the blood comes out of my broken lip I raise a hand feeling that my left eye is swollen and there is a cut on my cheek it could probably have been from one of his rings, I stay crying on the floor for hours until my tears dry and my voice comes out in a painful way from screaming, little by little sleep takes over me and I accept wanting to disappear from this reality for as long as it lasts.