Mothers Mercy

3.

The next two years went by with me locked up in that room. The days felt like years. I saw nobody else than Julie and Henry, and since the house was located out in the middle of nowhere, there were no neighbors I could call to for help. I just had to accept it as it was.

One night I woke up because there came noises from the door. The room was pitch black and the light in the hallway was also turned off, otherwise a strip of light came in from under the door. The lock clicked and opened very slowly. In my mind I decided to lay still, maybe they would go again if I didn’t responded.

It was Henry. I smelled the alcohol as soon as he came in. I had heard them argue some times when he came home drunk, but he had never been in my room before. Since Julie was sleeping, she had not yelled at him this time and I thought he might had chosen the wrong door.

But Henry crawled in my bed, under my covers and started touching my leg. He smelled so strong of alcohol I almost threw up.

“Mmmhhh. You like this you dirty drug-w***e” Henry whispered in my ear.

“You probably f****d every guy in the town you came from to get your s**t. Did your daddy f**k you to? Did he f**k you in the ass so you still would be a virgin?”

I crossed my legs even harder together and his touch on my skin burned.

“Get off me pig. I’m a virgin! My dad never touched me. No one has ever touched me” I said though clenched teeth.

“I don’t believe any of that, you little slut. I’m gonna give it to you, and you are gonna like it so much that you will beg me to come in here every night.”

He moved his other hand up under my T-shirt and up to my breasts. That was when I started to scream! I screamed as I imagined my mom screamed when my dad attacked her. The light in the hallway turned on 3 seconds later, and there she stood. Julie with her nightgown and braided hair. Henry had rolled over and had fallen onto the floor, and laid there with his hard d**k sticking out and his pants tucked down to the middle of his thighs. There could be no question about what had happened.

“You filthy w***e! Have you lured my f*****g husband into your dirty bed! Out! OUT OF MY HOUSE!” she yelled as she saw Henry rolling around drunk on the floor.

“HE WAS f*****g TRYING TO r**e ME!” I yelled back. I hadn’t been out of the room and hadn’t talked with Henry enough to ever flirt with him or arrange a meeting like this - and if I had, why would I scream for help?

“You are trying to rip my family apart! You have had that plan all along! I knew you were trouble when they came with you! Nothing good ever comes from you drug addicts! You have 5 minutes to get out! NOW!”

Then she turned around and walked back to the master bedroom. I was in equal parts shock and anger. I would not stay any longer in that house than I had to so I jumped off the bed, threw on the nearest clothes, stuffed some things in a bag and walked out he door - Henry still trying to get up from the floor. I spat on him on the way out - so he could get my “drug-diseases” as they had called them.