Sarah Hine's Cries

The sodomy, the late night feast, that son of a bitch raped me, my mother's boyfriend, a piece of shit he was, on some nights he came inside of me, he wanted me to have his children, what a monster, the lust in his eyes whenever he saw me, my mother hadn't a clue, he was her God, she'd never believe me anyways, then one night I couldn't take it, I snapped, reached for the kitchen knife I kept under my pillow for occasions like this, I stabbed him as hard as I could in his chest, he grabbed my arm with a weak yet strong grip, but he was losing energy, the blood dripped down to my bed and he fell over and never got up, after it was all said and done my mother still didn't believe the man she loved would do such a thing, broken yet inspired I am Sara Hines