Maia
Right this moment I wish the ground beneath me would open and swallow me whole.
My biggest nightmare is standing right in front of me and I have nowhere to hide.
As my stepdad takes a step forward, I take a step backward. Not wanting to be close enough for him to touch me.
Chills run down my spine at the smirk he carries and the intensity of his stare.
Feeling like a scared little kid, I hug myself. Closing my eyes hoping that when I open them, the bad man will be gone.
But it doesn't work like that.
No matter how many times I close and open my eyes, he is still here. Standing in front of me.
I can feel his hands touching my boobs. I don't breath. I know this is wrong but I don't know how to make him stop.
His hands massage my left breast while his other hand is drawing circles on my lower back. Wanting him to stop I attempted to move away but was soon stopped by a slap on my face. Tears form in my eyes. But I know I can't cry or it'll be worst.
"Be a good little girl for daddy." His cigarette breath hits me like a truck making me want to vomit.
"One day I won't have to force you. You'll come to me on your own. Begging me to touch you. Begging me to fuck you." He whispers the words in my ear.
As soon as I turned 12 I had already developed a bit of boobs. An A cup really. But it seemed to be good enough for him. He become obsessed with my boobs, which sad to say, I was glad because that meant he want touching my vagina as often. Is it weird to say I rather him touch my tits then my vagina? Maybe, but I don't care.
At the age of 13 he added force kissing onto me. I can't even tell you the amount of time I went to throw up right after. He made me alway feel so gross. I wish I had a life like a normal kid..
"Are you not going to say hello?" The serious tone of his voice makes my heart beat too fast.
"I-I"m late for class." Attempting to walk pass him, he grips my arm hard.
Great, I'll have a bruise. I always end up with one.
"I'm sure you can skip just this once." He's cigarette breath hits my skin and I start to feel nauseous.
I attempt to pull away from him, but failed, looking around to make sure no one can see this happening.
"I-I cant, I have a test tomorrow and need notes." I lie.
"I'm sure you've made friends no? They can pass the notes to you." He let's go of my arm and stands right in front of me, too close. "Come one Maia, I'm only here until tomorrow. I missed you."
Oh thank god I only have to deal with him today. I can feel my shoulders relax and my breath evening out.
"I wanna spend sometime with you. Don't you want to spend time with me?" His attempt at puppy dog eyes almost made my roll my eyes at him.
No. "Sure, we can go eat something. I know a place." I tell him. Wanting to get out of school grounds before anyone sees him and start asking questions I don't want to answer.
The taxi ride over to the restaurant was silent. But it didn't mean it was comfortable. He couldn't take his eyes away from me. I tried not to give him an annoyed look, but I think if we were to ride five more minutes like that I would of done it.
I took him to a restaurant Alyssa and I went to once a while ago, where the service was bad and the food even worst. I hope he gets food poisoning.
We order our food and ate for the first few minutes in silence which I appreciated. But of course that didn't last long.
"Who was that boy you were talking to in the cafe you were at earlier?" His voice is calm but there's still a sharp edge to him.
His jealous.
"Just a friend." I tell him, "how mom doing?" I try to change the conversation but he isn't letting it go.
"Just friends?" He grips my hand hard and stares me dead in the eyes.
"Yes just friends! Let me go." I plead.
Holding onto me for a few more seconds, he finally complies. Looking down at my food, I fight back tears for the second time today. Wishing he would just fuck off and leave me alone. I thought being here would me I'm finally done with him but I was clearing wrong.
We finished out food and headed back to campus. I was hoping he would not come along but go to his hotel instead, but nope.
"Listen to me carefully Maia, I don't want you to be doing anything with these boys. You don't belong to them. You belong to me, you know that." Pushing me against the wall, he wraps his arm around my throat and starts to squeeze.
"Do you understand what I'm telling you girl?" He raises his voice, but I'm unable to respond back or move as he is pressing down harder making me loose oxygen.
"I'm talking to you!" He yells at my face, with blurry vision i see past him to a few students to have turned out way, I can make out a few worried faces. But no one helps.
I begin to hit is hands, wanting him to free me so I can breath again. No luck.
I almost feel like I feel I'm going to pass out but just before I do, I'm freed. Leaning forward I begin to cough. My hands reaching for my throat and my ears ringing.
It was the fact that my ears were ringing that I didn't hear the commotion that was happening five feet away from me. Slowly straight it up, I blink a couple of time to regain some clear vision. Once I'm able to, I see my stepdad on the floor and Michael on top of him landing punch after punch. The people around them just looking and recording.
With my head spinning and becoming nauseous once again today, I walk slowing to where they are. Feeling weak, I try to pull Michael away from my stepdad but fail, "Michael stop! You're going to kill him!" My voice sounding hoarse.
I attempt to pull him off once more but without warning, my world went black and I was met with silence.
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Moving ever so slightly, a groan escapes my mouth. Reaching my hand to my head, I try to open my eyes. Looking around confused, I realize I'm not in my own room. Slowing lifting myself up, I'm met with a warm embrace.
"Oh my god bitch, are you okay?" Alyssa's concern face comes to view and I attempt to nod but I end up groaning again. My head is throbbing.
"Yes, I'm okay." I tell her, returning her embrace.
"I was so scared, you fainted and hit the floor hard apparently. You have a bump on your head." She steps back and sits next to me on the corner of the bed.
This bed doesn't belong to Alyssa or me.. I look around and that's when I see him, Michael. Sitting in the corner of the room with his head down and hand on his face. I look back to Alyssa and mouth to her what happened with him.
She shrugged and mouth back not to worry about it. But I am, I am worried about it. I begging to remember what happened before I passed out and snapped to my feet which made my feel so dizzy I fell back into the bed. Getting up from the chair quickly Michael walks towards me, "please be careful, I don't need you passing out again." His voice is low but deep.
I sit up again and looks at him. Gasping when I see a bruise forming right underneath his eye. Other then that bruise he seems fine but I can't help but feel guilty.
Then, I start to panic. My stepdad is going to kill me!
Attempting to stand up, but this time slower, I begin to pace back and fourth.
"You shouldn't have done that! Are you crazy?" I yell at him, feeling panic at the situation.
Searching for my phone, I pick it up and see I have four missed calls and 5 text messages all from my stepdad. Treating me, telling me he's disappointed in me, telling me that next time he sees me or Michael he will make us both pay. I throw my phone to the bed and literally start crying.
"I'm crazy? He was chocking you. You were about to fucking pass out. Don't fucking cry for that piece of shit." He face serious and his voice stern.
"Maia, he almost killed you. Michael did what he had to do." Alyssa defense him.
I'm not even mad. But I know this event just got me into a lot of shit.
"He fucking bruise your arm and your neck. You really thought I'd see him hurting you and I'd just stand by and let it happen?" Michael states again, this time though he's angry.
My hand goes automatically to my throat. Feeling the pain from the bruise that's already formed.
"I'm okay.. it's just you both don't get it. What you did," I point at Michael, "will get me into serious shit. But thank you for defending me." My voice begins to break and wipe tears away from my cheeks.
"Don't thank me. I would do anything for you. I will kill that motherfucker if he tries to even touch a hair on your head. Stay away from him." He steps closer to me, his face became soft and I can't help but want to cry for the bruise on his face.
I rush to hug him. His warmth comforting me. He hesitates for a second but not long after he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.
I want to stay like this forever. I love him.
Oh shit..
Before I can even freak out at what I just admitted to my self, Michael pulls away softly. Looking at me in the eyes before he asks what I wish he didn't.
"Who is he and what has he don't to you in the past?" His voice is gentle and trace of angry can be seen.
Burring my head into his chest, I let out the truth in sobs.
"He's my stepdad and he has sexually abused me."
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