Maria
If anyone tells you it hurts when you’re hit - it’s not true. I mean, not in the situation I am in.
I don’t feel anything. Not while it’s happening. I don’t know if my heart is beating fast, I don’t know if my hands are shaking. I can’t tell where my blood is coming from. All these thighs are something I will become aware of when it’s over.
If it’s over.
For now, the only thing I am hoping for is it ends. I try to hide my face, placing my hands in front of my face, but my father grabs me and yanks them away.
Another hit, another kick. Last year I was off from school for a week because he kicked me in the waist so hard I couldn’t walk. I told my teacher I had a kidney infection. It wasn't exactly a lie- I later got it.
“You are a f*****g w***e,” he keeps screaming, “Don’t yo
