Disturbing content ahead;
Fiona was in the mood for games, today. I call her Fiona in my head; it was my rebellion. I wouldn't dare say it out loud though.
God knows what she's do to me.
I can always tell when she wants to play, because she smiles, and she doesn't wake me up with a beating.
"Savannah, come here," she calls.
I do.
I bet my mother was beautiful once. Now she's caved in bones, hollow and full of nothing but hatred and bitterness.
"Don't you wanna take a shower?"
I do. I've been outside for two weeks, and I'm covered in all types of nasty things the men she let in the house left.
But I know there's a trick.
It's new.
"Yes, Momma."
She nods delightfully, motioning for me to go upstairs.
My mother is very smart, science was her favorite subject in school. She told m
