Silence Breaks

As I walked down the street on a cold winters night a car pulled up next to me. Before I even had the chance to scream I was being dragged into the car.

My shirt was torn off by a man in the back seat while the driver sped up the road.

The man started punching me over and over, I could almost feel my face swelling on the spot.

I tryed to struggle but he was to strong, he struggled to get my pants off as I kicked and scratched him, screeming at the top of my lungs.

He forced his way inside me..

I snapped out of bed with a wet pillow, my face was damp with tears. I tryed to calm myself and tell myself it was just a dream, but I wish it was, it was more than that. It was a memory.

I looked over at the clock: 4am. Sometimes I wish I could tell someone about what he did to me for two years.. But.. Well.. You could say there was a 'lead' guy. He told me his name was Steven, though I don't beleive him.

He had like 20 friends that would join in when I was 'bad'. Like if I tryed to run away or if I tryed to hurt him.

This year we moved away, I havn't seen him since.. But he said he had men in every state of Australia and I'd never get away.

I can't even tell my own mum, things will only get worse. Ever since I've moved, you'd think things would get better, but paranoya eats away at me. I always feel sick to the very pit of my stomach with anxiety. It's un bearable sometimes.. But I don't know what to do.

My mum doesn't mean to be negligant, she's just really depressed after the abuse we went through with dad. I can't kill myself, I have to help her, I owe her my life, and untill she's better I'll do whatever it takes to help her. She's all I have left, and I'm all she has left.

Today things went as normal, but as I walked back to school some men stood infront of me and cut me off.

"Can I help you?.." I asked the two men.

"Do you know anyone by the name of Steven?" A tall man asked.

"Uhh.." I was already sweating. "No.. Why?"

They looked at eachother and back at me with a sinister grin. Automatically I ran away as fast as I could. I knew exactly what they wanted when they started chasing after me.