The monster who saved me

Chapter 4

Annie

warning: violence and abuse, rape

A few weeks go by. I try to forget about the 3 gods that now live down the road but they seem to pop up all over school. leaning against walls, opening doors and leaking in hallways. Alexi always seems to be staring at me. It's as if he wants to devour me. It makes me feel all hot and bothered and wanting to run away like a scared field mouse when an owl is flying by. I want to run and hide. I wan to go back to my normal. Instead I find myself daydreaming. About hot hands roaming my body. Nit just one set of hands either. 3 sets of hands that go with 3 tongues that bring me to the brink of screaming pleasure before I wake up in sweaty mess in my bed or shake myself back to reality when Mama Jo calls out to me.

I cannot be daydreaming. l have 2 boys to look after and a drunk as well as school and work. No time.

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Damn it!

It's gone! How did she find it!

I have been stashing my tips under a floor board in my room for emergencies like today - the fridge died and needs repairs and it's all gone. How did she find it! I am always careful when I hide my money. But I have been so distracted lately...

No! Maybe it wasn't her, my heart whispers in hope. Maybe you are over reacting. I grasp at this wishful thinking as l walk into her room and stop dead in my tracks. All hope dies as I am confronted by empty bottles, pills and a naked heaving lump lying next to my so called mother, who is out cold. The stench of vomit, sweat and s*x floats in the air and would be overwhelming if I wasn't blinded by rage. Before I can stop myself I storm over and grab my unconscious mother by the hair and slap her across the face. Her groan can barely be heard over the inhuman sounds making their way up from my wounded soul as I shake her in pure frustration. tears streak my face as it is twisted into an animalism snarl of rage. I only stop when I hear my brother Mason whimper my name from the doorway. I look up at him, frozen in shock at the terror on his little face and the slow moving yellow stain moving down his pants leg to form a puddle on the floor.

"Buddy..."

I take a step towards him when what feels like a sledge hammer hits me in the side of the head and I stagger to the side and fall to the floor looking up in a daze at the blury figure that was the lump of flesh next to mum on the bed. He is now standing in all his grotesque glory, naked limp d**k slowly straining to stand at attention against sweat and vomit covered rolls of fat, glaring at me in a drug addled stumper. He turns and sees Mason and slurs

"Hey little guy wanna come and play." Mason doesn't whimpers and his little eyes dart to me as terror shakes his little body.

I gasp and yell run Mason get Sammy and run!"

Time seems to slow as I see him run and I turn. The monster is now stumbling towards me as I try to stand, only to trip over as my mother grabs my ankle. My world grows dark as l feel a weight press down on me. Putrid breath painted the back of my neck. My head is shoved into the floor and my blurry gaze connects with my mothers staring at me with hatred as she sits up and take a swig of wine then wipes her mouth with back of her hand before passing out. The bottle rolls towards me. Before l can think to grab the horror of the situation brings me back as my pants are ripped and l feel something tear into my body with a sweaty grunt and my head is smashed into the floor. Darkness shallows me.

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When I wake wake. I am alone. I struggle to sit up and a wounded gasp escapes my swollen lips. l can only see out of one eye. I feel dirty so dirty.

tears of shame fall down my face and mingle with the dried blood and sweat. My body is beginning to display a patchwork of colourful bruises.

My gaze falls to my legs and l fall forward vomiting the little food l had eaten that day as l truely see what he did and connect the violated feelings with reality.

l then remember...

"The boys!"

I get up as quickly as my battered body will allow and race to my room to get clothes. As pull on track pants that were on the end of my bed and a shirt. I then race around the house trying to find the boys. Each second has me falling further and further into a frenzy of panic and has my mind spiralling into unspeakable horror until I hear a slight squeak and a "shh!" coming from the wall near the kitchen. l pry the boards away from rhe wall and as I lean in Mason screams.

I find him holding a flash light in a shake hand above his head ready to defend Sammy who is rocking inches corner.

"Hey guys" I whisper "Its just me. I want you to stay here while I check the house OK?" Mason stutters " I dddon't want you to gggo"

I smile and say it will he alright.

I then quickly go and pack a bag for them and me. The monster and our mother must have left to get more booze. I want us gone before they return.

Calling the police would be the logical thing to do but this is Blueville. Smalltown, with small minded officials that don't want problems.

No getting the boys and running is safer and something I should have done a while ago.

I rush back to the hole in the wall help my 2 precious treasures out. Their faces are covered I dust, their are cobwebs tangled into their hair and spread across their pyjamas. Their faces are pail and shell shocked. the stale smell of urine clings to the air around them along with the stench of fear.

I hug them to me with trembling hands for a few moments that stretch until a sound outside makes me jump and adrenaline kicks me into moving.

We sneak out the back door and over to the beat up sedan that my mother calls a car. It was blue at one stage in its life but now is so faded it's more grey with dents and rust everywhere. The inside has empty food packaging and wine bottles littering the floor. l bundle the boys in turn the key praying it starts first go.

As the engine splutters to life, l glance I the rear view mirror as l put my foot down and leave the place we have called home behind.