Her blood runs ice-cold as the slam of the front door shakes the delicate frame of the house and threatens to bring it crumbling down . NO, NO, NO. He is home. He is a monster. He is her “guardian.” You feel the child tremble underneath the thin sheer cloth that covers her body. Why her? Why does this have to happen to her? “ONE, TWO, THREE.” You hear her begin the breathing exercises she taught herself when she was still learning how to read. “ONE,TWO,THREE.” It’s not working, her breathing is still quickening as thundering footsteps hammer themselves throughout the main floor of the house. “ONTWTHRE.” You can’t separate where her breaths begin and end anymore, she is hyperventilating and you hear the man make his clumsy attempt at the stairs.
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In the doorway. Drunk. Walking towards her. It is like every step is a slow motion horror movie. He rips the sheet off of her with a sort of half-grin that you only see in nightmares, then you realize, he is a nightmare, but this time he is real. You sit there and watch as he heaves her up to her feet and you can FEEL her bones cry out for help silently and you watch as dozens of tears hit her collarbones with such vigor you’ll wonder how they haven’t been shattered in the aftermath. He hits her once, across her face. Then again across her chest. Watch as she falls to the ground in agony, whimpering like a puppy. He kicks her while she is down and your blood begins BOILING. You are on fire. Your lungs, your legs, everything is burning from the inside out, but you can’t help. You are an outsider looking in: your voice is gone, your throat is dry and she is
In the doorway. Drunk. Walking towards her. It is like every step is a slow motion horror movie. He rips the sheet off of her with a sort of half-grin that you only see in nightmares, then you realize, he is a nightmare, but this time he is real. You sit there and watch as he heaves her up to her feet and you can FEEL her bones cry out for help silently and you watch as dozens of tears hit her collarbones with such vigor you’ll wonder how they haven’t been shattered in the aftermath. He hits her once, across her face. Then again across her chest. Watch as she falls to the ground in agony, whimpering like a puppy. He kicks her while she is down and your blood begins BOILING. You are on fire. Your lungs, your legs, everything is burning from the inside out, but you can’t help. You are an outsider looking in: your voice is gone, your throat is dry and she is