Mission Possible

Episode1

I’ve always been insecure about my looks. I think it happens to most teenagers like myself. I’ve always envied other girls with perfect bodies and wished to have one just like theirs.

It has always been a personal problem for me but I don’t let it get to my head too much like before, because I have no one to share it with since I have no family and no friends.

I used to live in an orphanage and I went to kindergarten when I lived there. Growing up there was a challenge because I used to see other kids getting adopted, except for me. I always thought there was something wrong with me. Not being wanted by any families made me more insecure and question myself a lot.

But a few years later my turn came. A couple who couldn’t have children took me into their home when I was only 8 years old.

Things were good for a while until one day I saw my father lifting a hand at my mother. It became a never ending cycle. He would apologize to her and things would go back to normal but he’d go back on his word.

The way I see it... the abuse started way before I even came into the picture because my mom always had a first aid kit nearby, to take care of her wounds and bruises.

Things got from better to worse when the abuse came towards me. If I couldn’t do certain things for him, he would hit me. On my part the abuse went on for three years. I suffered a lot for three consecutive years.

Miss Brown, the state social worker always came at home to come and see how I was coping and everything. She came to check if I was settling in alright. Sometimes she’d spend a few hours with me. Honestly I never wanted her to leave me alone with them but, it was something I couldn’t express in words.

Kindergarten once reported on my performance and my physical pain but my parents knew very well to hide their “perfect marriage” and they also convinced everyone that I was distracted because of my grandmother’s death which was a big lie because I’ve never even met my grandparents and my physical bruises were taken care of before the social worker came.

My mom was like my dad’s personal slave and he probably enjoyed every minute of it because she supported all his lies but I knew she was forced to do so because if she doesn’t then she gets punished.

I went from being a brilliant student to being a poor performer and my behavior changed drastically, from being the sweet young girl to a very disrupted and disturbed kid because of the abuse.

I was isolating myself from everything and everyone because I blamed myself for everything that was happening to me. I wanted to be adopted so much I didn’t even think of the outcome. I got into fights all the time. I became fussy with the teachers, I would always draw attention to myself because I didn’t get any at home.

I’ve always had this idea of running away from home at the back of my mind and one night my mother helped me fulfill that idea.

What happened that night will always run through my mind like a tape recorder on repeat.

Flashback of that night

I usually drink milk at night because it helps me sleep. So as usual I went to pour myself a glass of milk. While I was busy doing that, my father entered the house opening the door roughly almost breaking it, right that moment I knew he was very drunk. Most nights he would come home very drunk.

So I ran and hid under the table for him not to see me. I was scared of him, mostly when he was drunk because he was more aggressive in this state. My mother probably heard the commotion and came into the kitchen. They started arguing immediately when she got in the kitchen, yelling, screaming, throwing plates, cups, glasses all over the kitchen, then my dad did what he knew best, he slapped her hard right across her face, she hit the wall and fell down. She was bleeding from her nose. At this point my heart was pounding so hard and fast because I was so scared. I never got used to the abuse, I don’t think no one ever does. I knew my dad was always this abusive but today he was enraged.

Two men came in and they helped my father pin my mother down on the floor that’s when I saw a chance to go hide behind the couch in the living room. I could still see them from my hiding place. They did something despicable to her. He r***d her first then his friends r***d her too, she tried fighting them but her fights were in vein. When they were done with her my father sent one of his friends upstairs to my room to go look for me. I was going to be next. He came back downstairs and told my father that he couldn’t find me. My father freaked out and quickly went upstairs to look for me himself and his little troops followed behind him. I ran towards my naked helpless mother.

“Mommy are you okay?” I asked her touching her cold cheek.

“Run baby please, run my child, run and never look back, she said pushing me back pointing to the door, tears running down her face.

“No mommy I can’t leave you,” I said to her crying my eyes out.

How could I have possibly leave her in this state, in this house, with the monster that just molested her. How many more times will he hurt her, for her to see that this wasn’t a good place to live in?

“Amelia go now! Get out of here please!” She yelled out firmly. Deep down I knew she wanted to protect me, she wanted to save me but, I couldn’t save her.

I listened to her though. I went out that door and ran, I ran as fast as I could and never looked back. Ever since then I never saw them again.