Spookychild’s writings

During that 48 hours. She did not see her mommy. She asked Daddy where she was and every single time Daddy said don’t worry about it, mommy is safe. She didn’t question Where that safe place was. Daddy could have a nasty temper if pushed too far. She had been hit by Daddy before. She was not going to risk it.

But by the second day, she began to worry about Mommy. The feeling in her stomach was only getting worse, and all she wanted was mommy to come and called the Doctor. It wasn’t a period. She had had periods before, only a few. And they didn’t feel good. But they didn’t hurt this much.

Mommy was her everything. Mommy was always there. Mommy had never not been there. Every time she was sick, every time she hurt herself, Mommy was there. This was the first time that Mommy hadn’t been there.

Melissa knew that Mommy wouldn’t abandoned her. She knew that Mommy loved her. She told her every day. She would tell Mellissa that she loved her before and after work; she would tell Melissa she loved her before bed and in the morning when she got up. And she would tell Melissa that she loved her before she went to school. And when she came home. So where was Mommy now?

Mommy hadn’t been happy recently. She knew that she hadn’t liked what Daddy had been doing to Melissa. She supposed that she should have talked to Mommy more about it. Mommy might have had some answers. But it was right after it started that Mommy started to look miserable and depressed. Melissa had felt that she couldn’t talk to Mommy about anything. Not when she was sad.

Melissa remembered the last day she had seen Mommy happy. That had been the day of her real birthday. She remembered them sitting at the dining room table. Melissa had looked at daddy, across the table and bit her lip. He was doing it again touching her foot under the table. Melissa didn’t like it. It made her uncomfortable somehow.