I sat there in my room playing with my doll. My mommy gave me it. There was a little story that went along with it. Auntie Chelsie bought my mommy the doll as a joke and mommy hated the doll. It was a doll of my daddy. But now my mommy loves daddy. At least I think... I sat there playing with it.
Day 18: Escape Attempt
It needs to work this time. I need to leave. I wanna go. I hate you motherfuckers in here. I snapped the dolls head off without realizing. I gasped and began feeling the doll. Tears streamed down my face. "Daddy I'm sorry!" I tried putting the head back on but it didn't work. I threw it to the side and stood up. I can do it. I'm leaving. I been walking and ran into the dresser. "Ow.." I rubbed my forehead. I got up and stood there.
I.. I can see? I CAN! It's really dark but I can see some things! This room looks nice I'd have to admit. To bad I'm leaving. I opened the door and found the stairs. I quietly walked down. I looked around for the living room and peeped in. Everyone was watching tv. Good. I found the front door and opened it quietly. Once outside I squinted. It's too dark. But I did it.
I sat with Justin and he explained this whole behavior thing to me.
"I.. I've been doing.. Um.. Drugs and stuff again.. And when it's in my system.. There no telling what I could say or do. I didn't know what I was doing to you and I'm sorry. I don't ever wanna hurt you. Never."
What. The. Actual. Fuck. "When did you start this SHIT?"
"4 months ago.." Justin responded. I could feel my temperature heating up.
"Do you want this child to be born with a birth defect?!" I asked pointing at my stomach. I got up walked away.
I got up and followed Lillian.
"No! Stop please." I said croakily. Lillian turned around with tears streamed down her face.
"Justin.. You hurt me. You.. You knew what I went through with my father.. And you.. You treat me like this?" Lillian asked.
I walked over to her slowly and touched her shoulder. She flinched. "Lillian I'm so sorry."
Lillian backed away slowly. "You're going to rehab."
I turned around and walked towards my room. I walked in and laid on the bed. I hope Justin going to rehab will change things. I can't handle his drug addiction so maybe a doctor can. Ring! Ring! I looked at my phone. Chelsie. I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Lillian, Ariana ran away!" Chelsie said crying.
Oh my God. What else?