Today is My birthday i'm turning six years old.
My dad died a year ago
And my mom gave birth to Shally a year ago when we moved here
I'm on my way back from school
Mom never picks me up anymore and not because of Shally but because of drugs and alcohol
She started drinking after he died
It was hard for all of us. But especially for my mom.***
When I stepped in the house I immediately heard Shally crying
I learned how to take care of her when she was born to help mom
I gave her a bottle and she fell asleep
Nadeem always tells me I'm very mature for my age
I know it's true because kids my age doesn't act like me
Nadeem is on a trip with his school so it's just me mommy and Shally***
"Zahra come down here" my mother called from downstairs
"Your home!" I yelled as I ran down the stairs with a big smile on my face
I ran to hug her
"Yeah yeah, I want you to meet some people" she said as she pushed me of
I looked behind her to see tree men and a woman they were dressed very professional and I was a little scared
But I introduced myself politely just like My dad taught me
"Good evening, my name is Zahra" I said as I went to shake all of their hands
"Oh such an adorable little girl" one of the men said as he bend down to look time at my face
He smiled a weird way, I quite didn't like
"And she's beautiful, we'll take it" he said as he gave my mother a lot of money, more than even I could count
"Wow that's a lot of money"
"Yes it is honey, and I hope it'll be worth it" he says as he followed me into another room***
"Take of your clothes babe" the man said
The two other men and the women is standing behind him
I was too scared so I did what he said
I took of my clothes
He sat me on a table and took of him pants
I closed my eyes as I didn't want to see his private
"Open your eyes sweetheart I want you to se this"
I opened my eyes to see it big and hard
I didn't want to look but I didn't want him to get mad either
"I think your gonna like this sweetie" he winked at me
I screamed and cried as he put himself inside of me
All the four men took turns and put themselves inside of me while I cried in pain and screamed for my mothers help~Flashback ends~
I woke up screaming, covered in sweat and tears.
I started to sob again as I remembered the dream
I hushed into the bathroom because I didn't want to wake up Miss Garcia
But she was already awake because I could hear her right behind me
I hurriedly walked to the bathroom but fast gave up as I felt her grab me by the waist from behind
I hid my face in my hands
I didn't want her to see me like this
But she didn't say anything, she didn't ask anything
She just hugged me tightly
I tried to hold it in and act like I was okay but failed as the sobs just got worse
"Don't hold it in love, it's okay" she said
After I calmed down she looked at me and tugs my now wet strands of hair behind my ears
She kissed my forehead and said "how can such a sweet little girl be so shattered" she said genuine
I didn't say anything
"Sweet girl" she Said as she stroked My cheek
She held me in her arms for about 10 quiet but comfortable minutes
"I was 12 years old when my mother died" she said all of the sudden
I look up at her in shock
I had no idea
"She took her own life" she said
After some time I said
"I'm so sorry, why would she do that?"
I felt so bad for her
She didn't deserve that
No one does
"The doctors said she was ill, that she had been hiding her pain. I blamed myself for years that I didn't see what was going on."
I saw tears starting to fall from her eyes so I stroked her cheek and catched the tears
"Don't blame yourself you were just a child it could never be your fault. It wasn't your responsibility to see what was going on"
She forced a smile and said
"Yes a couple years later I realised that. She was the reason I started studying psychology and human behaviour because no one should feel the need to hide their pain." She said while looking me in the eyes
"Aaliyah, it's okay to ask for help it doesn't mean you're weak, now can I ask you a question?"
I felt so safe sitting in her arms
And she's right it's okay to ask for help
I slightly nodded while looking at her eyes
"What was your nightmare about?" She asked carefully
I felt tears in my eyes but I pushed them back
"Hum I-" my voice was shaking but she gave me a look that says "it's okay" she stroked my cheek gently to comfort me
"It was my birthday a year after my dad died, my mother was taking drugs and drinking alcohol at the time. My brother weren't home so it was just me, my mother and my little sister. Suddenly three men in suits came into my house I didn't know what was going on my mother told me to say hello to them. At the time I was very polite believe it or not. I shook their hands and one of the men looked at me and smiled I still remember how disgusting he looked at me.
I remember him giving my mom an absur
amount of money and afterwards taking me into a room. He told me to take of my clothes. If I didn't do what he said he would do something to my mother" I cried
She looked in shock but also hurt
"Oh sweetheart. How old were you?"
I didn't want to answer because it felt disgusting saying it out loud
As she realised I wasn't gonna answer she said "How old was I?" She whispered as she looked deeply into my eyes
"16" I whispered but you could still hear my voice shake
There is 10 years between us so she knew I was 6 by the time
"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry they did that to you, you were just a child" she said so honest, I could hear that she meant it which brang me a kind of comfort
"You know he said it was love, a gift. That he would come every year. But the worst part is that my own mother could just stand there watching me get ruined over and over again" I whispered loud enough for her to hear
She just held me and said
"Liah I will never let anything happen to you again I promise" she said while looking so deeply in my eyes.
"Thank you Valentina" I said almost asleep again
"Goodnight my love" she said as she kissed my forehead.
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