Carolyn~Private

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Carolyn Faith Chandler
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[font=georgia][color=black]I sat on the hard, cold, wooden floor, my knees pressed against my chest tightly, I was apprehensive of what my father would do to me when he returned from his long day at the bar. He's constantly like this, comes home from a day at the bar, downing liquor and drugs, there's not even a single day when he isn't sober. I've created a teary waterfall on my floor from the salty tears running down my cheeks. I began to rock back and forth, in an attempt to calm my shaking body down. Everything turns absolutely quiet, only the soft trickle of water from my bathroom faucet remains, I feel a cool, crisp breeze wash over my red, teary cheeks, encircling me in no blanket of cool, fresh air.
My father blames me for the death of my mother, I try my best to not let it get to me but when somebody is constantly screaming in your ears, it's hard to just drop. My mother died while birthing me, she could have choose to save herself and let me die, but she was kind enough to give her daughter a chance in the world. If only she would have seen the life ahead for her, a life of tears and cruel beatings. This isn't living, this is the slow process of depression, breaking down, and ultimate death.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the heavy wooden door of our house slam shut, and my father's blundering footsteps pound against the floor. "Hey you inconsiderate, mental b**ch, I'm home. So get your f**king ass downstairs now."
I ran for my corner, hugging my knees close to my chest in fear. The once dry tears against my cheeks soon were replaced with fresh, new damp ones. I hid in fear as my father began to walk up the stairs creaking open the door and wobbling into the room. I looked up slowly, fear evident in my brown eyes, I watched to cry out but I just couldn't...it wasn't possible. His large, burly hands reached for me, yanking me up into the air by the hem of my shirt, the hatred burning like a wild fire in his eyes. "You don't deserve to live. You're selfish and inconsiderate. Your mother should have lived, you should have died. You should be ashamed of yourself, Carolyn you are a huge disappointment for this family." He said his loud voice ringing in my ears.
He began to unbuckle his belt, turning me around and lifting up my shirt to expose my bare back. What was he going to do to me? I winced in pain as I felt a sharp sting in my back as the best met contact with my skin. A tear escaped my eye in the moment as he did it a few more times before, knocking his fist into the side of my face. I began to crawl for the door, struggling for an escape and surprisingly succeeding. My father was passed out on the floor sound asleep and mumbling. I ran for the door, grabbing my phone off the kitchen table and taking off down the sidewalk.
After hours it seemed of walking I collapsed onto the pavement, somewhere in the middle of an alley. I sighed, taking in a deep breath of fresh air, I perked up as I thought I heard the deep voices of men nearby. Out of the blue, appeared to burly men, covered in tattoos and smelling of smoke and tears. "Hey lovely lady, care to have a fun time?" One asked, a smirk evident on his face. I got up to try to run off but not before one lunged, grabbing me and pulling me into a tight grip as e other began to strip my pants from my body. I let out a shriek of terror, pleading for somebody to help me. His slapped over my mouth preventing me from making any noises to signal I needed help.