After shortly moving into the new home the abuse began again. It only took a week for my prayer to be forgotten. I had a new room, it was light yellow. Just how I had asked for it. The room was what this young girl dreamed off. I pink bed with a canape on it. I true fairytale. I believed it would be come my safe place. It did not become a safe place for me.
One night I was not feeling well and could not fall asleep. My father had come in the room and yelled at me and slapped me hard against the butt. I cried and he screamed that I should shut up and go to bed. A few minutes later he returned, this time taking away my blanket. The blanket was thrown into an above head storage area in my room. I could hear my mother from the top of the steps yelling at him to stop. He stormed off and I heard him run up the stairs after my mother. I heard her run down the hall. I tried to fall asleep so the abuse would stop. I heard the crash and the bang of the activities from upstairs.
He returned and I tried to act as if I was asleep but there was no tricking him, he slapped me again. It felt harder this time, maybe because it still stung so bad from last time, he took my pillows away again. I heard my mother screaming. He chased off to deal with her. I lay there, in a beautiful room with tears down my eyes. Hearing my mother being hit over and over. My bed has nothing, as I lay alone in it.
I am safe as he does not return anymore that night. Once I know he will not return, I go into my closet and I hide. I fall fast asleep. I am quickly shaken and I learn it is my mother. I open my eyes and the sun shines in. My eyes are puffy from crying myself to sleep and my mother’s one eye is black and blue from last nights abuse. She gets me up quickly and tells me to shower. I must have soiled my self last night.
She leaves the room and I realize last night was night a nightmare but it was the truth.
I race to gather myself, I see my father in the kitchen and I do not look at him. My mother and I never speak of what occurred. I hurry back to my room to dress and think of what I can wear, what will cover the marks on my upper arm. Which pairs of pants will comfort my bruised butt.