Post by darintadream on May 13, 2017 16:49:18 GMT -5
Hold on it's going to get raw!
“Never again!” Odie choked out between the sobs that racked her body as she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, curled up in a fetal ball. Her once normal, safe, secure, and loving world had just been destroyed and laid to waste in ten horrid minutes. “Not to me he won't, ever! I've got to get out of here, not one more day. Not even another sunrise. By morning I'll be gone. I'll make him pay for what he's done, just watch and see. He'll pay for this. I swear I'll kill that rapist bastard!”
Theodora Coldstream, the 17 year old daughter of one of the most recognized, African-American trial lawyers in the nation, had just experienced one of the most horrendous, vile, degrading offenses that any woman, no matter the age, could endure. Two hours ago, her father, the man she adored, revered, and trusted beyond life itself, had walked out of her room dragging his pants behind him.
It had taken Odie all that time just to quell the tears and force the words out though her emotion strained throat. Her mind was a shattered, traumatized, blur of warring emotions, the utter disbelief, the humiliation, the destroyed self-esteem, the feelings of worthlessness, of filth, of being violated. With her hatred roiling and storming behind her clenched eyelids, Odie had come to that one conclusion… to leave, but not without taking revenge against the one she had always lovingly called Daddy, first.
As Odie willed herself to get up out of the bed and take action on her fledgling plan, an image of her mother edged into her mind. Her mother, Harriet Monroe Coldstream, had moved out of the house and filed for divorce more than a year ago. Just last month it had been finalized, with Odie left in her father's custody. Odie recalled the numerous times that her father had come home drunk, cursing and swearing, enraged and violent, and had taken her mother forcefully up to their bedroom. As she rid herself of the now button less blouse, the ruined bra, the mid-thigh length skirt that had covered her stomach, and the panties that no longer had a crotch seam, her mind compared the sounds of this vicious night with the others her mother had endured. Stepping into the shower, hoping to rid herself of the odor and the filth, the image of her mother stepping between her father and her older sister Katrina when he would come in sloshed, as he had last night, appeared. Had Mom willingly suffered this type of anger and treatment to protect Kat? Had that rapist bastard ever done this to Kat? Recalling the day that Kat had moved out rather hurriedly she concluded he had.
Thanks for your input.
DTD
“Never again!” Odie choked out between the sobs that racked her body as she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, curled up in a fetal ball. Her once normal, safe, secure, and loving world had just been destroyed and laid to waste in ten horrid minutes. “Not to me he won't, ever! I've got to get out of here, not one more day. Not even another sunrise. By morning I'll be gone. I'll make him pay for what he's done, just watch and see. He'll pay for this. I swear I'll kill that rapist bastard!”
Theodora Coldstream, the 17 year old daughter of one of the most recognized, African-American trial lawyers in the nation, had just experienced one of the most horrendous, vile, degrading offenses that any woman, no matter the age, could endure. Two hours ago, her father, the man she adored, revered, and trusted beyond life itself, had walked out of her room dragging his pants behind him.
It had taken Odie all that time just to quell the tears and force the words out though her emotion strained throat. Her mind was a shattered, traumatized, blur of warring emotions, the utter disbelief, the humiliation, the destroyed self-esteem, the feelings of worthlessness, of filth, of being violated. With her hatred roiling and storming behind her clenched eyelids, Odie had come to that one conclusion… to leave, but not without taking revenge against the one she had always lovingly called Daddy, first.
As Odie willed herself to get up out of the bed and take action on her fledgling plan, an image of her mother edged into her mind. Her mother, Harriet Monroe Coldstream, had moved out of the house and filed for divorce more than a year ago. Just last month it had been finalized, with Odie left in her father's custody. Odie recalled the numerous times that her father had come home drunk, cursing and swearing, enraged and violent, and had taken her mother forcefully up to their bedroom. As she rid herself of the now button less blouse, the ruined bra, the mid-thigh length skirt that had covered her stomach, and the panties that no longer had a crotch seam, her mind compared the sounds of this vicious night with the others her mother had endured. Stepping into the shower, hoping to rid herself of the odor and the filth, the image of her mother stepping between her father and her older sister Katrina when he would come in sloshed, as he had last night, appeared. Had Mom willingly suffered this type of anger and treatment to protect Kat? Had that rapist bastard ever done this to Kat? Recalling the day that Kat had moved out rather hurriedly she concluded he had.
Thanks for your input.
DTD