In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imaginary Friend.”
She cowered in the shadows, whimpering in pain. “Make it stop” she screamed inside her head. But she knew one sound, and the pain will be double of what it is right now. She looked down at her wrist; it looks funny. This time he really did break it as promised.
She crawled to the cupboard, the only sanctuary from the screaming and the kicking and the smell of burning skin. She whimpered as she cradled her broken wrist. Now all she has to do is wait. Wait for her parents to get out of the drug and alcohol haze and finally realize that she requires a hospital.
So tired. All she ever felt is tired or hunger. And, she never had space to sleep or food to feed her tiny self. Even the water doesn’t help in making the hunger go away. Christmas is coming soon, and she started dreaming about the perfect Christmas dinner, wearing a pink frilly dress, sitting in a dining room with warmth and laughter. And just for a moment, the perfect picture made her happy, and she closed her eyes in an attempt to hold that dream.
YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH!!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?
Her eyes snapped open in fear. He is coming!!! Every time his voice makes her wish for an older brother like Sara has. He would protect her from all the evil men. He would be her best friend. He would take care of me. Josh sounds like the right name a brother should have.
YOU BITCH!!! DO NOT MAKE ME COME LOOKIN’ FOR YOU!!!! IF YOU DO NOT GET OVER HERE IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS, i AM GOING TO BREAK YOUR FUCKIN’ FACE!!!
She knows by now that he means his threats. She has no other choice. She never has any choice. She opened the cupboard door and starts walking towards the living room, with dread and fear that is making her stomach feel sick.
“Daddy? Please Daddy!!”
DID YOU JUST OPEN YOU FUCKIN’ MOUTH AND SPEAK TO ME? YOU UNGRATEFUL L’IL THING!!! THINKING YOURSELF SO HIGH AND MIGHTY DON’T YOU?
Oh no!!!!He is raising his fist again!!!
“Carl, my friend!!! You didn’t tell me you have such a beautiful little girl. Let me take a look at her!! Hello there, girlie!!! What is your name?”
He does not look like a nice man. His eyes look mean.
WILL YOUR OPEN YOUR FUCKIN’ MOUTH AND ANSWER OR DO YOU WANT ME TO KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU?
“My name is.. C-C-A-A-A-CARLIE”
“Such a pretty girl. Come give your Uncle Russel a hug!!!”
He has this very funny and weird look in his eyes.
“Come with me sweetie!!! I will make you feel better.”
YOU GO WITH HIM GIRL. AND MAKE SURE YOU MAKE HIM HAPPY, OR ELSE I AM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!!!!!
He made her sit on his lap, and slipped his hands under her dress. That was no nice uncle. The fear was making her heart beat faster.
“Stop. STOP. Let me go!!!!”
“Come on sweetie!!! Don’t you like your Uncle Russel? I will make you feel better. I promise. Stop this non sense. Don’t make me hurt you. Your father made a deal, and now you have to pay it.”
The grabbing!! The pinching!!
“No.NO. It hurts. LET ME GO!!!”
LET ME GOOOOOO!!!!
She woke up gasping for breath, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Nightmare again!!! A nightmare that seemed to have marked her entire existence.
She looked to her left, and smiled. At least this time she din’t wake him up. Her wish was for a Josh in her life. A symbol of strength. A protector. She may have wished for it in the form of an older brother. Josh was the name that always helped her when men like Russel started coming to her room frequently. But she finally got a Josh as her life partner, who stood by her at every step of her life. He was the light to her darkness.