I remember

I will always remember the look on her face, as I sat in the police station. The sneering ugly look. "I hope you had fun." my mother said, as she looked at the bruise on my neck. Assuming the worst, never mind I WAS a virgin, never mind that it was rape. Yes I ran away from home, but I never asked for this. It was nothing new, this disdain with which she glared at me. The pain and hurt that lanced through me, should have been no surprise. Looks and words that wound forever, leaving hideous unhealed mental scars.