She told her about the ups and
downs in her life. Told her about the one who broke her heart but said sorry.
She then told her about the one that she lost; all from jealousy. So far there
were no ups in her life. With her voice shaking she then began telling her of
the one who steals her confidence, youth, and beauty.
He lives in the place she calls
home. He stares at her from behind as if she cannot see or feel his eyes
lingering on her skin. He pretends to joke, when really he touches for his own
pleasure. While he is hovering over her body, she pushes and fights for her
life. No one notices, she don’t say a thing because who would believe her. She
told her guardian, her protector, but instead they brushed it of as a joke. So
while she locks herself in the bathroom, she looks in the mirror and wonders
what is triggering his behavior. Why does his wife not notice? Is she not
pleasing him enough?
She covers herself in two t-shirts,
a sweatshirt, and baggy sweats. Stays hidden in her bed, never going upstairs
to the light, because that is where he lingers. He lives in the place she calls
home. She want’s so much to escape but instead traps herself in the place he
also calls home.
As she finished telling her story;
she who was listening, hugs her.
