The palm of her hand colliding with her swollen bruised face over and over again, “You stole and ruined the love of my life you selfish fucking whore!! Was it good??! Him fucking you until you passed out!!' “No Mommy no! Please no mommy, please don't hurt me, I didn't do anything! Please Mommy please, don't hurt me. I didn't do anything, I promise.” Nuzzling her face into the fabric of a soft T-shirt, her arms tightened around the blonde's body.
“I won't, Baby, I promise no one will ever hurt you again.” The words were followed by a gentle touch to her scalp, the delicate fingers running through her curly hair, soothing her soul, relaxing her body, she smiled feeling safe in her Mother's arms for the first time ever.
“You're falling asleep.” The words were softly spoken and she simply nodded to them, Exhaustion wracked her body, what little sleep she had gotten was plagued, but for some reason, she felt a blanket of protection fall over her and she knew there was nothing to fear.
Dreaming wouldn't be a torment this time.
Everything would be okay. “Lets get you to bed.” Gentle hands moved down her body and helped her up off her knees. She leaned into the body holding hers as they walked, the pain almost too much to bear. Her eyes stayed tightly shut as pain shot up and down her body. “It hurts.” Her raspy voice softly cried. “Why does everything always hurt?”
“We're almost there, Sweetheart. You'll feel better soon.”
“Promise? I never want to feel like this again. Everything hurts, I-I don't like it. I want it to go away. Can I have some of your Valium? Please Mommy. I've had it before, don't be mad, it was just....a few cards. You had so many, I just wanted some after Daddy died. I wanted to stop feeling sad, like you. I wanted everything to go away, Mommy, don't be mad.”
“I'm not mad.” A soft kiss was placed on her forehead, she smiled at the nice sensation temporally taking all the pain away. “Go to sleep, Sweetheart. You'll feel better when you wake up.”
“I'll never feel better.” She whispered with a sad smile feeling too weak to move. Her limbs too heavy to lift, mind foggy, nothing made any sense and underneath there was just one thing she really really wanted. Cocaine or painkillers, something to inhale, a toxic gas to take her out of this world, a handful of muscle relaxers, Xanax, she wanted fucking Xanax!! Xanax, Valium, and Coke! Like that one night not too long ago where she mixed all three of them with Vodka and woke up with a 1000 dollars in her purse and no remembrance of how it got there.
Those were her favorite nights.
The ones she couldn't remember.
