Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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- Isabella Garcia -
"I can't believe we trusted you to keep them away from him" my father screamed in my face, his cheeks burning red.
I had let them down.
I had let Rafael come back and take them.
"You were supposed to get Rafael to stay with us 5 years ago. We let you off the hook then because you were 13, but now you 18 and you couldn't keep him away from his younger siblings. You let him take our prized possession, Savanah. You knew we couldn't get Elizabeth, and you still let her go. I cant believe you" my mother exasperated.
I cant even believe myself.
I am such a let down to my family.
"I let you down" I mumbled, hoping they wouldn't do it all over again.
-Flashback-
"You have been a naughty little girl, Isa. Such a naught little girl" my father darkly chuckled as he rubbed his hands together.
I scooted my tiny body until it hit the back of the basement, trying to create as much distance between my father and I.
"Daddy, I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean it" I squealed as his large body came to stand over my shivering one.
"Oh, so you didn't do it now. Then why was your mother telling me that you did it, huh? You threw your pills in the bin for gods' sake. Why cant you just take them like every other normal 13-year-old girl" my father taunted.
Before I knew it, my body was pulled up and thrown onto the old massage bed that my father had stolen for these types of things.
He said he would never do it, but I knew he would. Why have a massage bed in here if you weren't going to do it?
He said they were easier so that if he did do it, no one would be able to get out of his grip.
I was disgusted that he was my father, but whenever I took the pills, I thought he was the greatest man alive.
As soon as my back made contact with the massage bed, I screamed as the tears started to fall down my face faster.
I screamed for the pain, I screamed for my siblings, I screamed so that he would stop.
I screamed so that someone would come and save me before he took my innocence away from me. This was supposed to be my choice, not his.
It was my body, not his.
"Shut up" my father gritted, as he unbuckled his belt.
I knew he wasn't going to whip me, because he was forcing me to look at him.
