A SPACE IN MY HEART.

The nightmare.                                                       Sabrina’s  p.o.v. “Sabrina my daughter, come to you daddy” he said, having that awful grin on his face. No, I can't go. I told myself over and over again hoping that after continuous repetition I would gain the courage to run away from home, run away from this torture. But no I couldn’t leave her, I couldn’t imagine leaving her, my mother . “aaaah !” a painful scream tore through the air, not even realising it I had come out of my hidden place to see my mother being stamped on by that man. Daddy stop, please stop your hurting her, I said with a wavering voice knowing what was coming next would be more painful than the previous beatings and encounters. After the tormenting moment, he threw me back into my room, and left to go out, probably drinking again. In the middle of the night, I thought I heard footsteps but was too exhausted to look at what was happening. I really wish I had. “Get up you lazy girl, where is your mother? Where is she Sabrina!” was the question that woke me up from my daydream. Moreover, before I could answer, my clothes were torn from my body and there began my life of torture. The pain was unbelievable. “Mom Mommy please help me !” i cried, hoping that the door would open and she would come in calling out my name but no, the only voice I heard was my alleged father reminding me that she had left me for her lover” .Sabrina ! Sabrina! Wake up . The voice was getting closer, so was the shaking in my body . “Get up! Opening my eyes, I saw my best friend and roommate Damien looking at me with worry, “again huh,” he asked with uncertainty lacing his tone. yes just the normal weird dreams ISay laughing trying to make the situation less serious, but no. leave it to Damien to not buy the story “its ok I will get over them ,but first I need to get over to my work station” I said looking at him squarely. “You know sooner or later you will have to open up to someone else Sub,” Damien call out as I head to the bathroom. I know that he cares for me but am ok , I’ll get over this in no time . 15 minutes later am on Damien’s truck singing “missing” by an artist I literally forgot the name. “Hello Subrina , late as usual” my friend Clara tells me reminding me of how often am late but hey can’t a normal single woman sleep peacefully at her own home.