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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Drama >> ID #791801  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Forced to Grow Up
She's not her daddy's little girl anymore, she was forced to grow up
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Every night my parents fought
I heard it and never slept
Then one night I ran from it
I ran into the darkness
Ran into the nearby field
Clouds block the moon
It began to rain
The wind blew hard.

I hear a deep cough
I turn around and see no one
I keep walking
I hear footsteps
It begins to rain hard
I can’t see
The feet are running now
I run as fast as I can.

My eyes blinded
I hear someone chasing me
His breath calm and focused
My sides hurt
My clothes are heavy
I fall down
My glasses fall off
My wrist is sprained.

The footsteps stop near me
I can’t see
I hear glass crunch
He stepped on my glasses
I feel cold and vulnerable
Something hits my face
Light flashes behind my eyelids
My head hurts.

I can’t focus
He grabs my wrists
I cry out in pain
He pushes me down
He twists my arms above my head
He lays on top of me
He pins my legs
I struggle needlessly.

He lets my arms go
He hits me over and over
Pain fills my head
Hot tears warm my cheeks
My eye feels swollen
I feel my shirt rip open
I try to push him away
He hits me again.

I can’t move
He pushes up my skirt
He rips off my underware
He rips my bra apart
His hands bruise my breasts
He bites my shoulder hard
I try to cross my legs
He hits me again.

I feel pain as he enters me
He rips my untouched flesh
As he moves I die
I become cold and numb
Nothing matters anymore
I want to die
I hear him moan in satisfaction
I feel his body tremble and release.

He kisses me
I stiffen and close my eyes
He gets up and fixes his clothes
I hear him leave
I pull my clothes together
I stand and walk home unsteadily
Blood runs down my leg
My innocence stolen from me.

Pain fills me with each step
I can hear my parents arguing inside
I ring the doorbell
My mother curses
My father opens the door
I fall into his arms
I’m not his little girl anymore
I was forced to grow up.
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