TAMARA
I keep wiggling on my bed. I can’t sleep anymore so I sit up on the bed, supporting my back with the headboard and take my phone from the nightstand.
It’s already 9.00 a.m and I wonder what I’m still doing in bed.
I couldn’t sleep last night. I kept wriggling on the bed. I can’t get the events of the fateful day out of my mind. The man I grew up knowing as my father took my innocence away. He forced himself on me and no matter how hard I try, I can’t get the events off my head. I can’t get the fact that his filthy hands were on my body.
I still can’t forget that his filthy self was inside me. He took away my innocence and I’m bitter about it. He broke my virginity. He told me to end my life if I wanted to and I hate him with passion. I hate him with all my being and I feel like
