Through the Pain

Flash back

"Come on please Gus, I am good enough, i have been practicing so I could play with you guys" I argued to my older brother who were both had scholarships to play football at universities. I was in seventh grade my life was perfect. I am top of my classes and captain of my club team in football. I was fit, 5'2, and had beautiful wavy dark brown hair that flowed down to my back. I had two older brother: Gus, the oldest; and Dominic. I loved them very much and always try to prove to them i am a hard worker and I can strong, and though. They are constantly telling me that they will always be better then me and how week I am. I know they love me and I know they only say that stuff to make me work harder, to push me harder. "No, Dom and I are trying to real football little girls can't play, but you can watch and learn" remarked Gus. Dominic gave back a simpatico look, Gus was usually the one who would...."push me", Dom and I were close he always new how to make me laugh if I was having a bad day, but when around Gus was around he would hide himself behind him. I knew there was no arguing with him, I had never won an argument against him. "Fine" I said defeated. Just when I stared to practice juggling by myself my mom call for my brothers to help lift some boxes. The boys quickly went inside knowing mom had little tolerance. My dad died two years ago when I was ten, it really effected my mom but my brother would always make extra efforts to come home from their university to visit mom more often to make sure she didn't get to lonely. Both my mom and dad fancied my brothers over I, especially Gus. My mom never did ever show any type of effect of love to me. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve" I counted to myself. I hit the ball with slightly to much strength and was into the street. I quickly run to catch the ball before it rolls off the curb. Just when I my nail skim the ball, I fell a tap on my shoulder I turn to see a man about probably early fifties. Just when I turn my body to the direction of the man I feel a sharp on my cheek and then it's black.

End of flashback.


I thought of the day when I was kidnapped twelve years ago..well now actually thirteen, today is my birthday. I know because I overheard from the vents him talking on the phone to some one about what to do with me on my big day, I was turning twenty-one. I gulped at the thought of what would the "big surprise" would be. I knew what he had planed for me, rape.

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