God could feel my pain. I knew it. As I sat down staring out
the window through tearful eyes, I knew it. Heaven was weeping with me as the
rain drops raged at my window. I was in pain. My mind was messed up. In a few
moments from now, the monster was going to come in again. It had become normal
already. My innocence was long gone as my essence has since been lost. The
monster never hesitated to destroy what was supposed to be my pride.
My thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the door. I
didn’t look back. It was time. I simply turned and lay on my back as the
monster smiled down at me. His once lovely face had now become the symbol of
everything wrong with mankind. He was my hate. He was my pain. My evil and my
devil. I closed my eyes then I felt his weight on the bed. Right beside me. I
slowly parted my legs and he commenced his despicable act. I was silent all
through. I had become accustomed to this evil. As he finished up, I closed my
legs but then I heard his coarse whisper. I’m not done. “What?” my mind snapped
but my mouth was too troubled and weak to utter a sound. He started removing
his belt buckle and leaned into me as he finally took away all I ever was and
will be. By the time all these was over, he dressed himself back.
Expressionless and emotionless. As if what just happened meant nothing. As he
made for the door, I mumbled: “Papa, please. Can this stop? I’m in pain”. He
simply looked at me and smiled, “I know”.