(MAVE)
When do you get to give up? When can you decide that it is enough? When does it all end? When do you get to say goodbye?
It has been five days so far since we arrived at my father's house. And for these five days, things have gone from terrible to horrible. There were times when I have even thought of just giving up, and letting go.
Day 1
As soon as we arrived, I was thrown into the basement. My father wasn't home, but yet somehow, Dale had the keys. Five hours later, and I heard moving upstairs. I looked up into the dark as a door was opened. I heard footsteps walk towards me. I listened as it got closer, closer, and finally it was in front of me. I didn't want to look up, afraid of whatever I might find. Afraid of what might be looking back at me.
"Are you just going to keep looking at the ground. Don't you have enough manners to greet your father?"
I stiffened, it was him. It really was him. Fear struck through me like a cord.
"Welco….me...ho...me....father.." The words left me like a whisper, they were such foreign words.
"SPEAK UP WHEN YOU'RE TALKING TO ME, YOU USELESS WRENCH!!!"
I froze. What was I going to do now. I wasn't sure what to say, I couldn't move. The fear that he might lift his hands against me held me in place.
"Tch...I always knew I should have just sold you the minute your mother gave birth to you." After he threw those words out, he turned around and left.
Yes, I remember it clearly now. My father's love never something I had never experience even as a baby. He bluntly told me back then how he wished had exchanged me for another child when I was first born. I was always hated by him. But I don't know why. Isn't natural for mothers to leave them? Then why is the world making me out to be some type of killer? As I thought, and thought, my first day here flew by.
Day 2
I would like to say that my second day was better than my first. But that would only be if I was a masochist. The world must have decided to make me suffer. Why? Well, my asshole of a father came down into the basement today. Sat on the floor with six bowls of food, and wine. You know for a minute I actually thought that maybe, just maybe he had a tiny bit of human kindness. And oh boy, was I wrong. He sat down there in front of me, eating without a care in the world. He just ate, despite knowing how hungry I was. He finished the first, finished the second, third, well you get the gist. After he was done, he got up. Smiled in my face as if he had just done me a solid, and walked back out. Like what the hell. Who does that? Well, my father that's who. So the second day came and went by. And here I am in the dark, scared, and hungry.
Day 3
Here I am, laying on the floor just thinking. I was left alone today, which means they were probably deciding on what to do with me. So I figured, why not use this free time, and that is what I have been doing. I laid her asking myself how I had gotten into a situation like this. And for whatever reason, my mother popped up. I remembered the days when she would sing to me when I cried. How she was so gentle and kind, maybe to a fault. How she always warned me not to fall for conniving men like our father. As a kid I never understood what she meant, but now I do. As I thought about her, I couldn't help but think about my siblings. My brother who currently hated me, believe it or not, used to love me when we were younger. When I accidently made a mistake, he stood up for me against our father. He acted just like a older brother should. I thought of my little sister, how happy I was when she was born. How it brought joy back to our family. A couple years later, our mother left, and things changed for the worst. My siblings and I grew further apart, mainly my brother and I. Soon it got to the point where she couldn't talk to each other without being awkward or uncomfortable. But as I sat up, I couldn't help but cry. I couldn't help but think about how I might never see them again. How we would never be able to have a sibling reunion, and reconcile our problems. It was then that it finally sunk in, I really was on my own. I was on my own, and now one was going to help. The thought made me cry more, and soon I fell asleep, using my sadness as a sleeping potion.
Day 4
Fourth day, and my life got worst. I have been harassed multiple times today by my father, while Dale just stood by, watching. I feel so tired, but I am so scared to close my eyes. So I sat and watched the door. Keeping alert of any movement. "You know you can sleep right?" I jumped, looking around for who had talked, then my eyes settled on his. It was Dale. I looked away, not wanting to make longer unwanted eye contact. He walked up to me and sighed. "Look I know in your eyes I am a bad person, but this is all for you. You always told me how you wanted a good relationship with your father. i made it happen." "How? By letting him harass me constantly. If that is what you mean by help, then yes. You are a horrible person in my eyes." I had retorted back, despite telling myself to stay quiet. I hadn't realized how much anger had welded up inside me. Help me....He thinks this is helping me. He not only kidnapped me, but also delivered me to the one person I had wanted to stay away from. How the hell is that helping. he opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, and instead got up and walked off. I watched him as he walked back up the stairs, and as he reached for the door, he turned around towards me. "....I love you Mave, I just wanted you to know that." Then he left, just like that, he left. He walked out into the night with his freedom, leaving me here in the dark, trapped with my thoughts that constantly drove me to the edge. He loves me he says, I wonder if he can still say that....if I died because of him.
SOMEWHERE IN WASHINGTON
Four the past four days, the police and I have were able to book a trip to Washington, get here on the third day, and had time to search up the address of Mave's father. It was hard to find without the necessary information, but the police felt they could find a way around it. A few more hours, and I can finally have Mave back. Just a little bit longer.