Chapter Two: B r o k e n
Day by day, my friends had started to disappear--stopped coming to her daycare. I didn't understand why they left until I got a little older.
They heard my cries--my shrieks of terror. My tears, my bruises--they saw everything.
As the children attending her version of Hell dissipated, she took it all out on me--blaming me for being mean to the kids.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT, YOU MADE ALL THE OTHER KIDS GO AWAY!" Her voice reverberates, even today.
Soon, all that remained were her adopted 10-year-old grandson, her 2-year-old grandson, and I.
This was the worst day of my life--I will never be able to forget it--images forever scarred in my mind.
She went to a clinic to pick up her prescription, and said she'd be back in a couple of hours.
This left me alone for two hours with two boys--one much older than I.
He checked the windows, shut the shades, and sent his brother to another room.
"Take off your clothes" He commanded.
"W-Why?"
"Do so, or I'll kill you."
This is not good. Not good at all.
Confused, crying, and against my will, I did as he said.
"Get on the floor."
"Why?" I screamed.
"I'll go get my BB gun!"
I fell to the floor before he had that chance.
I know this isn't good--I can't reach a phone! I can't call for help!
He removed his clothes.
His brother came into the room.
"LEAVE!" He shouted.
Help me! I mouthed.
He left, but no help came.
"Good" He whispered in my ear as he kissed my cheek.
What did I ever do? What is happening? Why is he doing this to me?
He flipped me over--his brown eyes directly above mine.
I prayed to God--God, please help me! Get him away from me!
He kissed me on the lips, along with some tongue--I pressed my hands against his face--using all my force to get him off me--he didn't budge.
I forced my eyes shut--trying to escape this twisted reality.
He touched my face, "Don't close your eyes, they're too beautiful!"
I ignored his "compliment". I put my hands over my eyes.
Please, let this end now. PLEASE! HELP!
He threw my hands away, and had something very disturbing directly in front of my face.
"It's a hot dog--eat it."
SOMEONE, ANYONE, HELP!!!
I pleaded, "STOP!"
My plea was a mistake. I now had a foul, foul thing in my mouth.
He smirked.
I-I'm alone, utterly alone. There is no help coming for me. I'm helpless.
Suddenly, a car rolls down the driveway.
SHE is back! It is not help, but at least he'll stop.
"Get your clothes back on, immediately" He ordered.
With tears in my eyes, I did as told.
"Hey, Grandma" He said innocently.
She responded with an equally innocent statement, "Hello, how did everything go?"
"Excellent, they both behaved very well."
"Good--Why is she crying?"
"She ran into a wall."
"Suits her well--that ought to teach her a lesson!"
They laughed.
I went and "played" with the other kid there.
He pinned me down and laid on top of me, just like his older brother.
I shrieked, "HELP!"
The daycare lady came running in, and laughed.
"You need to drink more milk. You aren't too strong, now are you?"
I broke down, then another emotion took over--anger.
"GET OFF OF ME" I shouted.
He giggled.
I wrestled myself free--leaving me with a large rug burn on my back.
I cried until I couldn't cry anymore.
My mom arrived three hours later. My daycare lady put on her "goody-goody-two shoes" mask, and told more lies directly to my mom's face.
Bottling up my fears, and tears, I sat in the backseat of my car.
I wanted to disappear, die even.
We were going about 30 MPH. I opened the car door--
"FLEA CLOSE THE DOOR!"
I did as she instructed.
"Why did you do that? You scared me!"
"I thought that was how you rolled down the windows" I lied.
"Please don't do that again, Super Flea."
"Sorry, Mommy, I didn't mean to scare you!"
She touched my knee, "How about we go for a walk?"
"That sounds fun!"
I love my mommy and daddy, I just wish I could tell them why I hate that place. I thought as I cherished this moment with my mother.
"I love you, Mommy, you're the best mommy in the whole, wide world!"
"I love you too, honey!"
That day, I saw the Devil. I have never known evil until that horrid day.
