Doors locked.

I keep you out.

I hide in the corner and cry.

Pretending things will be ok. 

Hoping that the room gets torn down.

You kick, kick, kick…

There the door goes open.

Searching around the house waiting for me to appear.

Finally you find me and drag me into the dark, dreadful, empty room and throw me onto the bare mattress.

You slam the door shut and the bolt lock clicks.

The walls echo my thoughts. Dark and confused.

My fears disappear because I know I cannot stop what is about to happen.

Then all the noises I hear keep repeating and get louder;

“Zip”

“Down”

“Ahh”

“Ohh”

“Stop crying”

“Faster”

“Harder”

“Stop”

“Leave”

“Zip”

“Click”

He turns the light on.

I saw his face. A face I hardly ever see.

It looks just mine.

Same hair, same nose, same eyes. 

Pretty much same DNA.

I hear her crying in the living room.

You unlock the room door and yell at her to shut up.

“Smack”. You wacked her out of her highchair.

And she collapses to the ground.

I rush to her aid then you kick me in the shin as you yell “leave her there to cry she’s a mistake anyway, a mutant.”

Then you walk away.

I whisper, “Wow if mom was alive she’d be so ashamed of you. I guess that ring you hold on your left hand doesn’t mean a thing anymore.”

My tormentor.