“Come here you little weasel.” his deep voice roars in anger. Tears run down my eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking myself back and forth in the tiny closet. His foot step gets louder, the thud tells me he is climbing the stairs. I squeeze myself further into the closet, hoping to disappear. “You little cunt, where are you?” he thunders, flinging my room door open. My palm flies to my mouth in order to stifle my cries, my hands are trembling, the clothes in the closet are very little to cover me. “Gotcha!!” he laughs, drawing the closet open, dragging me out. “Let go of me!!!” I scream, throwing my little feet in the air. He pulls my hair hard, and swings me to the other side of the room. My back crashes into the wall. Pain sears through me. A scream tears out of my as I sob into my palms. His hand goes to his jeans to undo the belt. “No, no, no please.” I scream, jumping off my pillow. I clutch my blankie in my fingers, squeezing it tightly as I try to breathe.
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