Bubblegum, Bailey Blueberrycherry [simple ebook reader txt] 📗

opened his window and let me into his room. I sat there, whispering every detail, while silently sobbing. Something suddenly snapped inside of me. I wanted to get out of there, badly.
"Let's run away together, Marky!" I whispered hastily, with a wide smile across my face. He agreed and he packed some things in a suitcase we were going to share. I went to the laundry room and packed some things, too. I grabbed my favorite teddy bear, and we started walking. We were headed towards the police department, but before we got there, a cop car picked us up and took us home. He didn't notice the tears in my eyes, or the blood between my legs that I hadn't washed off yet, or all the black and blue bruises all over my entire body. He just dropped us off and left. He hugged me tightly, and asked me a bunch of questions. What was I thinking, was I alright, did anyone hurt me? Then, he turned to Marcus as if he was some sort of criminal.
"What the hell were you thinking? Are you retarded? You kidnap your sister and think you're gonna get away with it? God damnit I have enough things on my mind and I don't need to worry about you stealing your sister!" He yelled. My brother was FEARLESS.
"First of all, she came into my room in hysterics after you raped her, secondly, it was her idea! Just ask her!"
"Dad, it was my idea, don't punish him for something that I did!" I begged.
"Sweetie, you don't need to protect him, he needs discipline!" He then turned to Marcus, "And you son-of-a-bitch! How dare you accuse me of raping her! We made love, just ask her!"
"No dad, I didn't want you to touch me. I don't like you like that! That's how I like Manny down the street!" I blurted. He looked hurt, and stormed out the door. The next day I was watching the news and something about a murdered boy came on, and I saw a picture of Manny. They said that whoever attacked the 11 year old had cut off his man parts and wrote in blood on his stomach, 'Now she'll never feel that way again!'. But they had ZERO evidence.
And to this day, I still feel that Manny's death was my fault.
"Marc, even now, I'd like to run away, but maybe we can run this time!" I said, while our so called dad was sleeping.
"Sure." He said, knowing full well that there were camera's in his room. At least dad would know it was my idea, and not his. I popped in a piece of blueberry bubblegum to get the taste of his cum out of my mouth. We packed again, and this time I included my whole stash of gum.
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Publication Date: 04-07-2012

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Dedication:
To all the abused girls in the world: For all the suffering you are forced to endure.