and kept going with the story.
“I had some pretty bad gashes on my arms and legs, and my mother cleaned them up with water and wrapped them with bandages. My mother never said a single word to me that night or any other night after that for that matter. After she was done tending to my wounds, she helped me onto the bed and covered me up with a blanket.”
“My mother had never been what you’d call an affectionate mother, but that day, when I needed her the most, she was more distant and cold than ever. When she was done and I saw her step towards the door, I called after her. I begged her not to leave me alone. I told her I was afraid my father was going to come back and whip me some more.”
“She paused with her hand on the doorknob but didn’t turn around. She just walked out of the room and slammed the door after her. She came back a couple of hours later with some food which I didn’t touch and some pain medication. She avoided my gaze the whole time and left without saying a single word to me.”
Abby just kept shaking her head. She could not fathom that a mother would be so callous to her own child in that situation.
“I’m so sorry, Brianna. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. You were just a kid. I can’t even begin to imagine how much pain you were in or how scared you must have been,” Abby managed to say between sobs. She reached over and squeezed Brianna’s hand.
Brianna turned her head to look at Abby and chuckled bitterly. “I’m not done yet, Abby. I’m just getting started. That beating was actually my father being nice. Should I continue? Maybe I should stop. You look pretty shaken up, and I haven’t even told you the worst part of the story yet.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Abby replied, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands. “Keep going, please.”
Chapter V
Brianna scooted away from Abby. The next part of the story was very difficult for her to talk about. She had told some people about her father whipping her that day, but she had never told anyone about the next part of the story. She was too ashamed to talk about it, even though what happened was not her fault.
Abby was going to be the first person Brianna would tell the next part of the story to. Abby was a kind, caring soul. Even though Brianna had not known Abby long, she felt a connection with her she had not felt with anyone else. She felt comfortable telling her the secret that had been weighing heavily on her heart for seven years.
Brianna untucked her legs from under her and pulled her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees like a little kid who had just woken up from an awful nightmare. With her chin resting on her knees and eyes staring at the floor, Brianna continued with her story. That conversation was very difficult for her to have, but it also felt like the much needed therapy she never got to have.
“My father did not whip me again after that day. He did, however, lock me up in my room for weeks. I wasn’t even allowed to go to school. He nailed my windows shut and put a second lock on the outside of my door. I was not allowed to see or talk to anyone. He took my phone and my computer away.”
“My parents wouldn’t even let Kyle talk to me. I don’t think he even knew what was going on. They were always very protective of him. They probably told him I was being punished but did not tell him why.”
“The only person I saw over the first three days I was locked up was my mother who would come into my room before and after work to bring me food and water and check on my gashes and bruises. Every time she came into the room, I would beg her to let me out, but she wouldn’t even look at me.”
Brianna took a small break so she could get something to drink. She got off the couch and went to the kitchen to grab another beer can out of her fridge. She needed as much alcohol in her body as possible to be able to get through the rest of her
“I had some pretty bad gashes on my arms and legs, and my mother cleaned them up with water and wrapped them with bandages. My mother never said a single word to me that night or any other night after that for that matter. After she was done tending to my wounds, she helped me onto the bed and covered me up with a blanket.”
“My mother had never been what you’d call an affectionate mother, but that day, when I needed her the most, she was more distant and cold than ever. When she was done and I saw her step towards the door, I called after her. I begged her not to leave me alone. I told her I was afraid my father was going to come back and whip me some more.”
“She paused with her hand on the doorknob but didn’t turn around. She just walked out of the room and slammed the door after her. She came back a couple of hours later with some food which I didn’t touch and some pain medication. She avoided my gaze the whole time and left without saying a single word to me.”
Abby just kept shaking her head. She could not fathom that a mother would be so callous to her own child in that situation.
“I’m so sorry, Brianna. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. You were just a kid. I can’t even begin to imagine how much pain you were in or how scared you must have been,” Abby managed to say between sobs. She reached over and squeezed Brianna’s hand.
Brianna turned her head to look at Abby and chuckled bitterly. “I’m not done yet, Abby. I’m just getting started. That beating was actually my father being nice. Should I continue? Maybe I should stop. You look pretty shaken up, and I haven’t even told you the worst part of the story yet.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Abby replied, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands. “Keep going, please.”
Chapter V
Brianna scooted away from Abby. The next part of the story was very difficult for her to talk about. She had told some people about her father whipping her that day, but she had never told anyone about the next part of the story. She was too ashamed to talk about it, even though what happened was not her fault.
Abby was going to be the first person Brianna would tell the next part of the story to. Abby was a kind, caring soul. Even though Brianna had not known Abby long, she felt a connection with her she had not felt with anyone else. She felt comfortable telling her the secret that had been weighing heavily on her heart for seven years.
Brianna untucked her legs from under her and pulled her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees like a little kid who had just woken up from an awful nightmare. With her chin resting on her knees and eyes staring at the floor, Brianna continued with her story. That conversation was very difficult for her to have, but it also felt like the much needed therapy she never got to have.
“My father did not whip me again after that day. He did, however, lock me up in my room for weeks. I wasn’t even allowed to go to school. He nailed my windows shut and put a second lock on the outside of my door. I was not allowed to see or talk to anyone. He took my phone and my computer away.”
“My parents wouldn’t even let Kyle talk to me. I don’t think he even knew what was going on. They were always very protective of him. They probably told him I was being punished but did not tell him why.”
“The only person I saw over the first three days I was locked up was my mother who would come into my room before and after work to bring me food and water and check on my gashes and bruises. Every time she came into the room, I would beg her to let me out, but she wouldn’t even look at me.”
Brianna took a small break so she could get something to drink. She got off the couch and went to the kitchen to grab another beer can out of her fridge. She needed as much alcohol in her body as possible to be able to get through the rest of her
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