There once was a little girl playing in a garage. Riding her sisters tricycle around and around inside...she was hoping no one would notice her. She is not suppose to ride that tricycle...she was told she would break it...so she is riding it when she thought she was alone. As she rounded the corner, she saw him, standing in the doorway...watching, smoking a cigarette, hands in his pockets. Quickly she got off the tricycle "see, I didn't break it", she whispered.
He tossed the cigarette on the ground and continued to stare at her. "What am I going to do with you?" she said nothing, just stared at her feet...."you were told to not ride that bike"..."but here you are trying to be sneaky...."and with that, he took 3 or 4 strides to her and grabbed her by the hair, and lifted her up onto her tippy toes....I think you need to be alone and think about your disobedience...
He dragged her to the small garage closet...he reached in and took out whatever was in the small closet, then shoved her into the closet...shutting the door and pushing something up against it so she could not open the door. She could hear him walk away, then slam the garage door closed.
She sat there....alone...in the dark...it was hot in the closet. It smelled like mildew, and dead critters...the smell was overpowering as was the dark tight space....she needed to pee so bad...she was so scared...how long will he leave her in this closet?....she imagined bugs and mice crawling all over her...she thought about screaming and banging on the door, but knew that would only bring "him" back...so she sat there.
At first she cried, then she stopped crying and started humming to herself...she pulled herself up into a tight ball and hummed for hours...it seemed...
finally, she heard the garage door open, footsteps, something being pulled back and the door opened. He stood there, looking down at her..."did you think about what you did?" she didn't answer, just stayed in the tiny ball....she had to pee so bad, it was causing her stomach to cramp....he reached in and grabbed her hair and hauled her to her feet, then she couldn't hold the pee anymore and she wet herself....this disgusted him and he pushed her back into the closet and slammed the door....she lay there in her urine soaked shorts....
She does not know how long she was alone in that dark room, but after awhile, the door opened..."get up and go get cleaned up..." it was her mother, letting her out. She quietly got up and left the closet and went into the house, into the bathroom, and silently cried. He was gone, not in the house. The mom brought her some clean clothes to the bathroom and told her to come and eat dinner.
She was so hungry, she ate everything on her plate and was allowed seconds...
S, Tessa
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