why ; alex.
the night was turning out great. drink after drink you downed without ever skipping a beat. singing to the king of pop, laughing, never even thinking the fun would come to a sudden stop. midnight came and drowsiness did too. laying down in bed, getting comfortable, when your true side finally shone through. play turned voilent, unpreventable. usual light hits turned into fists, making bruises inevitable. screaming please stop, you’re hardly struggling to hold me down and get on top. hair being pulled, get off screamed. you don’t listen to my requests. this happening, something i’ve never dreamed. my muscles fight the urge to give in, but i’ve been here before, i look up with tears to see your grin. auntie comes in, thinking we’re playing when we’re really not as you had been saying. i struggle to get out of the room, slightly feeling as if it could have become my tomb. i run into my uncle’s arms, feeling safe, away from you and all of the caused harms. in bed next door to you, inspecting the pain inflicted. wondering what we really got into. my face stings, my lip is busted and red, i close my eyes, tears run down. the terrors playing back in my head. crying for hours, scared to sleep. you can’t turn back now, you got us in way too deep. next morning, i’m sorry’s over and over. i didn’t want to hear it, for to my good night, you were my depriver. looking at you, arms stretched out for a hug, i want to say go fuck yourself. for you mother, will never have my full love.
