Little girl big secret
Little girl, a big secret
I don’t remember when all this started, when my family turned into a mess. However, I really wish that I could go back and change that moment, that moment when my father started to ruin our lives.
Since I was little I’ve had the same lullaby. Almost every night, I have fallen asleep to the sound of punches, mum screaming and dad yelling.
I’m scared, I can’t sleep, I can’t tell.
“Auch! Please stop!” I heard mum cried, “I’m begging you!”. “Go to hell f***ing cow!” dad yelled. The clock at my nightstand displayed 00.13. Even though I went to bed 9 o’clock I hadn’t had a wink of sleep yet. What if dad was going to hurt her? I had to do something; I could not let something like that happen. Therefore I motivated myself to go to the hallway and tell him to stop. Unfortunately, I did not understand that by doing this, I put fuel on the flames. I tiptoed out in the hallway. Mum was moaning on the floor. Tears started to stream down my cheeks. “Dad, why can’t you stop?” I cried. Immediately I regretted my exclamation, because dad did not stop. In spite of what I told him to do, he broke down a lamp from the wall and threw it at mum, who still laid at the floor with difficulties breathing. “Dad, stop it, why are you doing this!” I shouted, while I ran towards mom to check on her. Dad stopped me, grabbed me firmly by the arms and pushed my down the stairs. Everything went black, I fainted.
Next morning I woke up with large bruises all over on my body. As a result of yesterdays happening I was stiff and sore, and my body was aching. I went to my room and got dressed, then my mum came in and told me: “Melissa, what happened yesterday, you must not tell anyone about it!”. Her eyes were filled with despair and frustration. She looked exhausted and beaten up. I felt so sorry for her. “But”, I started, mum interrupted me “There is no but. I promise, your dad loves you, and he loves me as well. There’s nothing to do with it, just accept it. We
I don’t remember when all this started, when my family turned into a mess. However, I really wish that I could go back and change that moment, that moment when my father started to ruin our lives.
Since I was little I’ve had the same lullaby. Almost every night, I have fallen asleep to the sound of punches, mum screaming and dad yelling.
I’m scared, I can’t sleep, I can’t tell.
“Auch! Please stop!” I heard mum cried, “I’m begging you!”. “Go to hell f***ing cow!” dad yelled. The clock at my nightstand displayed 00.13. Even though I went to bed 9 o’clock I hadn’t had a wink of sleep yet. What if dad was going to hurt her? I had to do something; I could not let something like that happen. Therefore I motivated myself to go to the hallway and tell him to stop. Unfortunately, I did not understand that by doing this, I put fuel on the flames. I tiptoed out in the hallway. Mum was moaning on the floor. Tears started to stream down my cheeks. “Dad, why can’t you stop?” I cried. Immediately I regretted my exclamation, because dad did not stop. In spite of what I told him to do, he broke down a lamp from the wall and threw it at mum, who still laid at the floor with difficulties breathing. “Dad, stop it, why are you doing this!” I shouted, while I ran towards mom to check on her. Dad stopped me, grabbed me firmly by the arms and pushed my down the stairs. Everything went black, I fainted.
Next morning I woke up with large bruises all over on my body. As a result of yesterdays happening I was stiff and sore, and my body was aching. I went to my room and got dressed, then my mum came in and told me: “Melissa, what happened yesterday, you must not tell anyone about it!”. Her eyes were filled with despair and frustration. She looked exhausted and beaten up. I felt so sorry for her. “But”, I started, mum interrupted me “There is no but. I promise, your dad loves you, and he loves me as well. There’s nothing to do with it, just accept it. We