This story is about how 3 sisters were separated at a young age. Dream, Dallas & Dior all having to face the life of trial & tribulation some good, some bad. What happens when you can't seem get on a good track? Will they find each other? Will they...
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10 years ago
I woke up due to cramping in my stomach. Ouch I hissed quietly. I felt something wet and instantly jumped out of the bed falling onto the floor. Shit, I whispered.
What the fuck is all that noise I'm trying to sleep my dad says busting in my room. I-I had a nightmare I say mumbling. Bitch speak up, he says turning on the light. I start to panic, I- I had a nightmare I say a little louder.
You dumb bitch what did I tell yo- you got fucking blood on my sheets he says charging at me. I'm sorry, please don't huu-rt me please, I say fully breaking down. You're a worthless piece of shit, get cleaned up you dirty pig before I have you lick up! He says smacking my head.
It wasn't until 2 days later that i realized that it was infact my first period. I hated it so much. It smells, feels so uncomfortable, and I constantly feel like im peeing and discharging at the same time.
What was even worse was ever sense it was known that I had started my period I've noticed that my father had perched himself outside of my door whenever he's "suspicious".
If he comes into my room and notices that I'm laying in my bed doing absolutely anything at all, after he leaves I can clearly hear him outside my door standing there listening.
If I turn on music on or move around he bursts in pretending to have forgotten something. I caught him multiple times when I snuck over to my door and opened it as he was standing there listening, he would pretend that nothing was happening.
This would happened periodically when I got my period until he started making me just keep my door open the rest of the day. Whenever I asked why he would say now that I got my period I felt like I was a grown and how much of a I was whore etc. ~
Dallas, I hear blair scream my name. What? I say a little shaken up from the memory. What's wrong, you're shaking and crying? She says coming over to me. I'm sorry I'm good, I say chuckling a little. Don't do that, you're not okay so what's wrong. Blair ask. I-I don't really want to talk about it right now, pretty. I say.
Well just know that I'm here and when you're ready I'll be hear to listen. She replies. I appreciate you, I say looking at her as she blush. I appreciate you way more and I admire you, you are so strong she says kissing me. I smile kissing her back.
Babe, I really do want you to go see a therapist though. Blair says fiddling with her fingers. Pretty I told you I'm okay, I say huffing. I believe you, I'm not try to pry it's just at times I know you're not okay.
You haven't slept a full night since I've met you and some nights when you actually fall asleep you have terrible nightmares waking up in panics. I just want the best for you papi. She says rubbing my face. I chuckle, look I hear you, but this is something I have to do by myself and on my own timing. I will go! I promise. I say sticking out my pinky. Ouuu we locking in, bet she says grabbing my pinky and kissing me.
