The story she carries

I was in the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door

"I'm in the bathroom" I replied to the person on the other side of the door. I went back to scrubing my body and I didn't realised when the door fell open. I wasn't the only one in the house Mr Christopher was at home with me while my younger brother and Mr Christopher's children went to play football outside. I picked up my towel and mopped my body stepped out of the bath tub and when to the sink to brush my teeth. I picked up my brush and applied the toothpaste I brushed my teeth and smiled at the mirror before proceeding to step out of the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and I saw Mr Christopher sitting on my bed with a towel tied below his waist. I was shocked before I could make another move, he pulled me to the bed letting my towel to fall on the floor

"what are you doing sir?" I asked with fear in my eyes

"what does it look like I'm doing?" he asked with a harsh tone. Before I could utter another word, he loosed his towel and pounced on me. I screamed for help but no one was around to help me, struggling at this point felt pointless because he was already having his way. I just laid there crying bitterly, I couldn't do anything. When he was done he picked up his towel and made for the door but paused and turned back to look at me "if you tell anyone about this I will kill you" he said and shut the door behind him. I didn't move from the position I was in but I could feel the blood running down my legs I just laid in that position and cried bitterly. I knew I had to stand up at some point, I didn't want my siblings to meet me in that position.

After crying and cursing for what felt like hours, I stood up, with pains and blood stains on my legs, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I prepared a hot bubble bath and just sat in the bathtub washing away the pains and hurt I was feeling. After some minutes, I went back to the room, changed my bedsheets took the blood stained sheets to the laundry. I came back to the room and just laid in bed like nothing had happened. I was afraid to tell my parents not because Mr Christopher threatened me but because I didn't know how they will react. I decided to wait for them to get back so I could explain it to them instead, maybe that way it wouldn't look like I'm lying but was that the best decision? I don't know maybe keeping it to myself will be the best decision and I will make sure my parents dont bring us back here again. I convinced myself that I wouldn't tell my parents and I will make sure we don't come back to the Christopher's.

The boys were already back from playing football. My brother ran upstairs to my room to tell me how he scored almost all the goals for his team.

" That's my boy" I said patting his head

" Thanks sis I'm hungry" he said rubbing his tummy

" Go to your room and freshen up I made spaghetti, your favourite

" Yayy " he said and skipped excitedly to his room.