Alice hurt when she landed. Her body had twisted in air as she was thrown from the truck cab window and she had broken some ribs when she hit the bushes along the roadside. She had bitten into her tongue with her teeth too when her head hit the ground. She spit out the blood on the leaves and tried to stand and passed out again.
She woke up remembering the sounds the 18 wheeler made as it drove away. That meant he was gone. She was glad....
She thought of the blur from the past few months riding along with him in his truck. Truckstops and highways. She had no idea where she had been or where she was now.
She knew her pelvis was sore and had been. She had to pee and squatted. Blood poured from her bladder mixed with the yellow urine.
It hurt.
It hurt so bad.
He had raped her repeatedly in that truck cab.
She never knew his name. He told her to call him Daddy so she had.....
Alice did not know her true daddy. She had never met him. She did not know her mother either.
“Such a pretty baby” came to mind. Remember that voice...Alice did not know. It nagged her repeatedly. Just the words, soft spoken in her mind...
She had been staying with a woman she called Auntie Edna. Auntie had been good to her and had bought the dress and panties she was wearing. She had even taken Alice to the mall to buy them and bought Alice lunch at a pizza place while they were there. Alice had thought the mall was the best place ever. She had wanted to stay but Auntie said she was tired and they had to go.
And the next day the truck driver showed up and took her away with him. He had taken Alice into Auntie’s bedroom first to make sure Auntie was not lying about her virginity. Auntie was not a liar.
Alice remembered that hurt as well.
Then Daddy had put her in the truck cab with a few things in a paper bag and drove away. Daddy told Alice they were going for an adventure. Alice asked if they could go to the ocean. She wanted to see a whale in the ocean. She saw one on the TV. Daddy had said sure but that Alice was going to have to learn to be a big girl and stop crying. Alice nodded her head. She never cried after then. Even when Daddy told her to get in the cabs with the other truck drivers. She would do as he asked.
She wanted to see a whale.
A soft warm light was in front of her. The voice came from inside. The voice told her to walk into the light.
She put the only thing she still had from Auntie on the ground and walked into the light.
“Such a pretty baby” said the voice...
The last thing she saw with he five year old eyes was the doll’s dirty face smiling at her as she disappeared.....
For all the abused children out there.
One for us...
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It comes from my twisted mind taking this picture.
May we all take a pause and remember the important things in life.
Like this story....
For all us out there, picking up the pieces....
I could not help but wonder....and then this came to mind later on.
I had a fine pair myself.
I write this to honor the little me, the curly blonde haired little girl who spoke out but was hushed into silence.....
I honor the voice and sorrows of the child you were, and woman you are. Love to you.
Yep.
Yup Harry. the doll lying there in the weeds thrown aside like so much trash. A sad comment all by itself.
If there is a hell Jack, then maybe the monsters who did things to me are there burning away.
A picture is indeed worth a thousand words....
Yet it continues to happen daily.
My mind works in strange ways Miguel...
You are right Belinda. The scars never heal.
Sometimes they bust open and bleed all over again.