Words, illustrations, and thoughts from urban youth.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
TRAPPED
She ducked as the plate smashed against the wall behind her. While her nose was already bleeding and knots on her head, she couldn’t and didn’t know how to escape it. While her father gripped her arms and dragged her down the wooden basement stairs, she tried to kick and squirm out of his grip, but was not able to be released. He handcuffed her to a pole and tied her legs together so she wasn’t able to kick and put duck tape over her mouth to keep her from screaming. “Now, I bet you the next time I ask your ass to do something for me, you’ll do it…am I right”, he said, Micah shook her head yes as tears streamed down her face, “Now, I wasn’t you to go upstairs and get comfortable for daddy, you hear me”, he said with a smirk on his face as he walked towards her to take the handcuffs off, remove the duck tape from her mouth and untie her legs, Micah didn’t respond, she closed her eyes and cried, “I said do you hear me!”, her father yelled as he kicked her in her face with his 11 ½ sized timberland boots. She started to bleed heavily out of her mouth and nose. He picked her up and pushed her towards the stairs, “Take your thick ass upstairs and do what I told you.” Micah said nothing as she slowly walked up the stairs, “Hurry up, I don’t have all day”, he said. She still paced herself until she reached the top of the stairs, then she ran until she got to her bedroom, and slammed the door. “Oh my god what the hell am I going to do, I need to get out of this house”, she thought to herself as she paced back and forth in her room. She decided to go through the window so she walked towards the window and studied the distance between her bedroom window and the ground, “It’s not that far”, she thought. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, now she was starting to panic, her father was coming up the stairs and she was running out of time. Micah grabbed a bunch of sheets and tied them together, and tied it to the edge of her bed. Meanwhile her father was getting closer and closer to her door, so she tossed the end of the sheets out of the window so she was able to climb down and get away, while she was climbing out of the window her father walked through the door and caught her as she was climbing down from the window. “Were you trying to run from me bitch”, he said as he walked towards her, “No”, she said hesitantly, her father grabbed her by the neck, and threw her on the bed. “Hum, since you like sheets so much let me show how to use one”, he tied her hands to the headboard and sat on top of her while he was punching her in her face. Jeremiah ripped her clothes off her body, she cried heavily as tears rolled off her cheeks and blood trickled from every angle of her face, he looked at her dead in the eyes and softly said, “Lights out.”
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