"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Michelle yelled to her step-dad as he carressed her body up and down. She kicked him where it hurt and ran outside downstairs to the living room. Her brother and her friends were downstairs laughing to something they were watching on T.V. Michelle ran down the stairs crying and screaming lightly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Her brother yelled.
"Jason! Help.. He's doing it again." SHe ran over to him and hugged him like a little girl.
"Get the fuck off me!" He knocked her down. She looked up and her step-dad was in her face.
"BITCH! If you ever hit me again I swear I'll kill your ass!" He slapped her and knocked her out. All of Jason's friends looked down but what they just saw was nothing. Michelle getting beat was a normal thing to be seen at their house. Michelle slowly opened her eyes and got up.
"Get the hell out of the way!" Jason pushed her away from in front of the T.V. She looked at him with water in her eyes and then turned around and went up stairs. She laid on her bed, and started crying uncontrollaby. She had gotten to the point her life where she no longer had any faith in God. She had given up on him the day she turned 8. That was the day when she was first raped by her step-dad and the day where her life changed forever. She hated her life and nothing would ever change. Sometimes she got tired of wishing for a new life, but that was the only thing she could do in life. She cried herself to sleep like every other night of her life...
"Mom.. Can I got to the park today?" Michelle asked quietly.
"I don't give a fuck. Do whatever you want." She said loudly drinking her coffee.
Michelle went upstairs and changed. She was wearing sweats with her hair up in a messy ponytail like always. She hated showing any part of her body ever since "the incident". She got her journal so she can write in it at the park. She left the house without disturbing anyone else. She slowly walked over to the park and went to her favorite part. The pond. She sat down on the edge and sat there thinking for a little while. She looked at the beautiful clean water and the ducks that swam in it freely. She tried to smile, but she couldn't. She didn't know how to. She guessed she was afraid to. She began writing...