| Biographical Non-Fiction posted November 6, 2023 | Chapters: |
...50 51 -52- 53... 
|
  |
Time running very short. Age 16
A chapter in the book Ghost
The Noose
by Lea Tonin1
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
It's evening now. I'm looking up at the crescent moon and watching the clouds skid by like tomb raiders in the night.
How simple and how great beauty can be all at the same time. Smelling the clean grass while watching autumn leaves waving in the wind I contemplate this next chapter.
I wish to convey the urgency of it but also be factual from a bit of a distance at the same time. It can be a bit tricky this delicate balance.
Level out most emotions and yet provide the feelings that were there at the time.
Turning around to look at the night sky and breathe in the air. I give it one more appreciative glance and head toward my PC.
If PCs could have true expressions, this one would have a slightly angry look, we must work together to write these next words.
It's not pretty but it's part of the story and needs to be written all the same.
Staring at a peaceful sight like that beautiful night sky and autumn leaves is the best we've got for now...I'll take it.
*****************************
Stars...blinding stars. Staggering to remain upright. "I told you to dry those godamn runners out!" Growled my stepfather.
"I can't stick my feet in shitty runners! They have germs!" I yelled back.
"Then walk in bare feet, you witch! You're not wearing winter boots in summer!" He barked back.
"Fine then! I'll go barefoot!" I hissed.
Black rage moved across his face and I knew I said too much. I spun on my heels, ran down the stairwell into my room and locked the door.
"Open the goddamn door! If I have to break it in it's going to be a lot worse!"
I could hear the menace in his voice and I was unsure which way to turn. There's no way for me to get out of this room. I was gonna get it either way, there was no difference. I opened the door, backed off and sat on the bed. He came in the door, black eyes filled with rage.
Pulling the belt out from his pants. He told me to drop my pants and bend over the bed.
"Fuck you! Not doing It!" I figured I was gonna get it anyway until I got my money's worth. It was carried at the same time knowing what was in store. I backed off bumping up to the headboard screaming "No!!" at the top of my lungs.
He grabbed me by the arm pulled me off the bed forced me to bend over the side. With the buckle out the long, thin prong of buckle sticking out, he began to walk on my back, my butt, and the tops of my legs. Each time the buckle connected a new welt and puncture mark appeared. "Move one more time you'll get more!" I don't know how many more times he hit me with that belt. Only the fire on my backside registered life. "Don't come out of this room until I say so. Do you understand?!" His face is close to mine.
"Yes." I wanted him to just get the fuck out. Just leave.
I didn't move for I don't know how long after he left but when I tried stinging pain made it difficult. I stripped my clothes off gently and grabbed a light nightgown. Before I put on the gown I took a look at my back.
Square, belt buckle shaped, bruises getting darker by the minute. Red dots were in and around those bruises and some spots were bleeding having pierced the skin. I could see on my clothes spots of blood here and there.
My fury boiled up to the surface. All the things I wish I could do to him that I knew I couldn't. But the rage was there nonetheless, and so was the want.
It was a few days before I could stand clothes that weren't loose. At that point, I just lay on my tummy waiting for the pain to subside. I moved up the timeline for my exit. I can't take another one of these. Unless by some miracle I could be taken away, leaving quickly must be so. I had nothing but time to contemplate that. While my backside healed, nothing but time to imagine much. But it will...timeline is officially bumped up.
*****************************
Remembering that day, so many difficult days really, but
remembering that one, I didn't want to do. I could not though, disclude the catalyst that got me moving...
A glass of Canadian Sherri is now on order. I think I shall enjoy looking at the beauty of the night sky once again.
Little pinpoints of starlight. Gazing at the moon's curve In its crescent smile and wondering If there was a little fairy sitting on the end, dangling her legs over the side.
Wouldn't that be something?
It's evening now. I'm looking up at the crescent moon and watching the clouds skid by like tomb raiders in the night.
How simple and how great beauty can be all at the same time. Smelling the clean grass while watching autumn leaves waving in the wind I contemplate this next chapter.
I wish to convey the urgency of it but also be factual from a bit of a distance at the same time. It can be a bit tricky this delicate balance.
Level out most emotions and yet provide the feelings that were there at the time.
Turning around to look at the night sky and breathe in the air. I give it one more appreciative glance and head toward my PC.
If PCs could have true expressions, this one would have a slightly angry look, we must work together to write these next words.
It's not pretty but it's part of the story and needs to be written all the same.
Staring at a peaceful sight like that beautiful night sky and autumn leaves is the best we've got for now...I'll take it.
*****************************
Stars...blinding stars. Staggering to remain upright. "I told you to dry those godamn runners out!" Growled my stepfather.
"I can't stick my feet in shitty runners! They have germs!" I yelled back.
"Then walk in bare feet, you witch! You're not wearing winter boots in summer!" He barked back.
"Fine then! I'll go barefoot!" I hissed.
Black rage moved across his face and I knew I said too much. I spun on my heels, ran down the stairwell into my room and locked the door.
"Open the goddamn door! If I have to break it in it's going to be a lot worse!"
I could hear the menace in his voice and I was unsure which way to turn. There's no way for me to get out of this room. I was gonna get it either way, there was no difference. I opened the door, backed off and sat on the bed. He came in the door, black eyes filled with rage.
Pulling the belt out from his pants. He told me to drop my pants and bend over the bed.
"Fuck you! Not doing It!" I figured I was gonna get it anyway until I got my money's worth. It was carried at the same time knowing what was in store. I backed off bumping up to the headboard screaming "No!!" at the top of my lungs.
He grabbed me by the arm pulled me off the bed forced me to bend over the side. With the buckle out the long, thin prong of buckle sticking out, he began to walk on my back, my butt, and the tops of my legs. Each time the buckle connected a new welt and puncture mark appeared. "Move one more time you'll get more!" I don't know how many more times he hit me with that belt. Only the fire on my backside registered life. "Don't come out of this room until I say so. Do you understand?!" His face is close to mine.
"Yes." I wanted him to just get the fuck out. Just leave.
I didn't move for I don't know how long after he left but when I tried stinging pain made it difficult. I stripped my clothes off gently and grabbed a light nightgown. Before I put on the gown I took a look at my back.
Square, belt buckle shaped, bruises getting darker by the minute. Red dots were in and around those bruises and some spots were bleeding having pierced the skin. I could see on my clothes spots of blood here and there.
My fury boiled up to the surface. All the things I wish I could do to him that I knew I couldn't. But the rage was there nonetheless, and so was the want.
It was a few days before I could stand clothes that weren't loose. At that point, I just lay on my tummy waiting for the pain to subside. I moved up the timeline for my exit. I can't take another one of these. Unless by some miracle I could be taken away, leaving quickly must be so. I had nothing but time to contemplate that. While my backside healed, nothing but time to imagine much. But it will...timeline is officially bumped up.
*****************************
Remembering that day, so many difficult days really, but
remembering that one, I didn't want to do. I could not though, disclude the catalyst that got me moving...
A glass of Canadian Sherri is now on order. I think I shall enjoy looking at the beauty of the night sky once again.
Little pinpoints of starlight. Gazing at the moon's curve In its crescent smile and wondering If there was a little fairy sitting on the end, dangling her legs over the side.
Wouldn't that be something?
 Recognized |
This chapter is part of a auto bio called Ghost. It can be found in my. Portfolio should be wished to read, please note. Some chapters are difficult, reader discretion is advised.
***Picture by Instagram***
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. ***Picture by Instagram***
You need to login or register to write reviews. It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.
© Copyright 2024. Lea Tonin1 All rights reserved.
Lea Tonin1 has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
