Part Four

I looked down at the both of them still in complete disbelief of my mothers words , suddenly the sadness I once felt had turned into anger and before I could regain my composure I let words that I'll never regret flow freely from my mouth

"... I hate you " . Her eyes widened at my words as if I had no reason to feel this way "he has you so tangled up into him that you don't even realize what he has done to me .. " I glance at myself in the mirror quickly looking again noticing the print of his hand was still on my face and most likely would bruise. I close my eyes briefly and replay everything 1000 times .. feeling his hands tightly around my waist , wincing as his grip on my face got stronger as I tried to pull away although it was over.. I still felt his touch . I open my eyes to a girl .. the girl in the mirror , she was hurting .. her eyes filled with tears the girl wanted to be free .. free of hurt , free of pain .. free of life .. that girl in the mirror was me . I turn to my mother noticing she hadn't said a word or even looked at me I also notice her still catering to the wounded asshole who just tried to strip her daughter of her innocence

"mom .. look at me" I say almost in a whisper .... she ignores me "turn around. Look at me" I say louder this time .. she doesn't hear me ... "LOOK AT ME TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO ME" I Say now crying and shouting as I force her to look at me . She doesn't look concerned or sad , her eyes were rather emotionless. She looked at me as if she was looking through me and coldly says

"I lost your dad. I'm not losing him". I let her words hit me and break me one last time. She would be the last reason I cry, the last reason I hurt .. I take one last look at her " ... you just lost your daughter" .