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The Color Gray

Ssst!! The daughter watches her mother get high off powder cocaine as she sits on her daddy's lap in the distance.
He's popping Viagra feeling on her tits.She feels something throb beneath her its his d*ck, But he's not fully there yet all he needs is another hit! The mother passes him the plate he snorts then yells s***!
He picks the daughter up then takes her into the next room,lays her on the bed as he does what he do..the daughter starts to scream and kick as tears roll down her face. He stuffs it in her forcing her to get a taste.
Ssst! The mother is still in the next room getting high,she hears this but she wants nothing to do with it ,she's bitter. She didn't feel like she could do anything when her own father used to hit her,touch her, rape her,slap her around passing her to his drug dealers. She used to watch in the distance watching that meth melt..sadly in her daughters life history is just repeating itself.
Mommy! The daughter screams Mommy! She screams again. Then all of a sudden she feels the pain from the intense force of his back hand.
Only the sound of him deeply inhaling and exhaling, damaging her.Taking advantage of this pure six year old girl-who happens to be his only seed- the seed he was supposed to protect, love her, make sure no one hurts her. But here he was inflicting the hurt. Causing damaging thoughts to manage the course of a child's life.
Now she has a big possibility of growing up broken, searching for that love she never had, trying to erase images from her dad,and how he used to show love to her-no one really thinks of this but she has a big possibility of developing a mental disorder.
As years go by the previous situation gets worse- getting beat and raped everyday in her own household by her own parents. She began to grow hatred in her heart, she started to envy them.
At school it became easy for her to think up excuses for the bruises on her skin.
Sixth grade year that's when things really took a turn,experiencing her miscarriage and her first burn..
Being fed up went to the extreme- she knew she had to get away- she began packing her bags and started running astray .
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Submitted on September 26, 2015

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