Curvy Moments

"Kamilla what the hell is wrong with you?!" My daddy asked yelling. "You got me pregnant that's why I been throwing up and gaining weight," I said. "Mane I ain't get you pregnant!" He yelled. "Yes you did! You got me pregnant!" I yelled. He didn't say anything he came charging at me which meant it was time for me to run. I ran to the steps into my room to the bathroom, I locked the door. A few minutes later he came and started banging on the door. "Kamilla open this damn door!" He yelled. I didn't say anything. "You got till 3 to open this door!" He yelled. "1!" "2!" "3!" He busted the door down and he dragged me by my hair and threw me on the bed and got a belt. "What I tell you about running!" He yelled. He had hit me with the belt two times. "You're not going to have a baby!" He yelled. He had hit me with it three more times. "And don't yell at me again! Ever in yo life again!" He yelled. Then he had hit me with it four more times. He left my room. I was bleeding and my body was hurting, I limped my way to the bathroom and turned on the warm water. I stripped myself out of the clothes and examined my body, you could easily see the bruises because of my light skin. My daddy wasn't always like this, I was daddy’s little girl. I remember when me and him used to have tea parties and he would take me to the park and we would just have fun, but ever since my mama died when I was 17 it was more alcohol, abuse, name calling, all the things daddies promise they won't do to you. Now I'm 21 taking care of him and making sure he doesn't do wrong he does good but sometimes he slips and today was one of them days. I got out the shower and put some lotion on and deodorant. I put on some black leggings, red tank top, and red socks. I put on my nike slides and put a red bandana to cover up my edges. I grabbed my keys and walked to the park, the place I come to to think. I'm keeping this baby no matter what he says.