Broken ✔️

I walked into my house with my mother, older brother, and father to get some lunch. Hearing the front door close and lock tightly, I sat the table and waited until my mother cooked us some food for lunch.

“Babe is it time yet?” my father asked impatiently.

“Not yet.” my mother stated. “She’s only two years old but you can touch her as much as you want.”

Time for what? What are they talking about and what do they mean by ‘touching’ me?

“Okay babe.” my father said, walking over to me.

My father started to touch my leg and then went lower, smiling evilly at me. I shook in fear while he touched me inappropriately and then he ripped my pants off.

“Daddy no!” I begged. “Please stop!”

“Shut up!” He yelled, slapping me in the face.

I groaned and whimpered, while shaking in fear. He continued to touch me and I didn’t know what to do but just sit there and take it.

Why is my father touching me and why is my mother not making him stop?

After he was finished touching me, he left me alone for now. My mother served us our lunch and sat down with us. Then, we prayed and starting eating our food like nothing even happened.

Why are they acting like nothing happened? Is this even normal?

Twenty minutes later, After we ate lunch, I got up and picked my plate up. Walking over to the sink, I put my plate next to it and walked away. I walked up the stairs and then went into my room, slowly shutting my door and then locking it tightly.

I was so confused and tried to process everything that just happened. Why me? Why did daddy touch only me and not my older brother? Was it because I was sitting next to him?

“I don’t understand.” I mumbled to myself, pacing in my bedroom. “Why didn’t mommy make daddy stop touching me?”

Then, I heard a loud bang on my bedroom door and gulped, making me stop pacing. Turning my head, I looked at the door and didn’t move my body at all.

“Open this door right now!” my older brother yelled.

“Open the door or else!” my mother threatened.

Walking to my bedroom door, I unlocked it and opened it. My mother and my older brother came storming into my bedroom and then my mother slammed the door super hard, causing me to jump in fear.

“Grab her and hold her down.” my mother ordered.

“Okay.” my older brother said, grabbing me roughly and then held me down on my stomach.

I tried to break free but my older brother gripped my wrists tighter. I groaned in pain and started to whimper in fear.

“P-please dont hurt me.” I stuttered. “I promise that I’ll be a good gi—”

“Shut up.” my mother snarled.

My mother walked over to me, holding a spiky whip in her left hand and smiled at me. With her free hand, she gripped my t-shirt tightly and yanked it super hard, making it rip off of me.

Then, she threw my ripped up shirt on the floor and raised her left hand. She started to whip me on my back and I immediately started to scream in pain.

“It hurts!” I screamed. “Please stop!”

I begged my mother to stop hurting me but she laughed and continued to viciously beat me. After a while, my mother stopped whipping me and backed up away from me, looking at my bloodied back.

“There.” She said, smiling at her ‘artwork’ that she had just created.

My brother let go of me and backed away from me, smiling. My mother and older brother walked out of my room and slammed the door, leaving me all alone. Laying down on my stomach, I whimpered and started to sob on my pillow before falling into a deep slumber.