Part 5

Part 5

I woke up bright an early ready to start my day. When I went to stand my private area was hurting me so bad that it brought me to my knees and I started to cry. Two of the nurses came in to see what was wrong, when I told them about my private area hurting, one put me back in the bed, and the other called for a Doctor. Within minutes, a Doctor was there to examine my charts, and told me that he needed to take a look. I curled up in a ball, knees to my chest,  screaming for help. I didn't know this man and although he spoke to the nurses and wore a white coat, I still didn't feel safe. The one nurse that got me back into bed came to talk to me, I told her that I wanted a female Doctor because he scares me. She let off a smile and told me she'll find me a female Doctor and not to worry.

There's arguing right outside my door, that male Doctor came back but this time want alone. He had two other men in all white, one with a needle filled with something. They started to grab me, I fought, I kicked, I bit, I even grabbed twist and pulled whatever parts of their bodies I could. By this time there was one down, two to go. I went to swing with my right arm but it was caught mid air and tied down to the bed. I start kicking my legs and using the only arm I had left. My strength started to weaken, my limbs felt heavy, glancing over to my right, the one man in all white was still laying on the floor while the other was extracting the needle out of my arm. I saw the nurse that said she would help me at my feet.

"You were supposed to protect me. You promised." I mentioned right before I faded out.

All white room, strapped down to a bed, and I couldn't move, let alone speak. I tried and tried to move but these leather straps were so tight I couldn't move an inch is I tried. Laying there looking at the ceiling for hours, going in and out of sleep, the door finally opens. A woman entered with a tray of little cups and water. She was also a nurse but a different kind. She had on all white like those two guys and an old school nursing hat. You know the ones they use in a television show and they're  caring for the mentally challenged. As soon as that thought finished, my eyes widened, as she's shoving these pills down my thought. They think I'm crazy,  but why? I didn't do anything wrong. Maybe because I turned in my family, or because I wanted a female Doctor. Am I dreaming? The medication is having its way with me and all of my thoughts and fears start to dissipate.

I don't know how long I've been in this room, but I do know that my heart starts to race when the nurse comes in with my medication. It's like I'm happy about taking them, because it makes me feel good, it takes me out of this horrible nightmare I've been in and I'm no longer afraid.

At some point I was removed from that room with the restraints and white walls but I can't say when for sure. I've been moved to a room with a regular bed, cream walls, and no restraints. A female Doctor comes in to talk to me saying that they had to sedate me because I was so out of control when the other Doctor was trying to check me out because of the pain I stated in had.  When she asked me about it, I told her that I don't remember anything but wanted to know when I would get my medication. She told me that I'll no longer be on meds because I've been doing great for the past year.

"Year?! I've been in here for a year?" I yelled out.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was just brought into this hospital a few months ago. When I saw your file I did everything I could to get you out of there, you didn't deserve to be in there. Well, that's how I felt; but the good news is that you get to go home." The Doctor said with a smile.

"Not with my parents right? They're the reason I'm here, they raped and tortured me."

"I apologize, I should've said your foster home. I thought you at least stayed with them before this all happened."

"No Ma'am, I've been here since the morning I walked into the emergency room."

Part 4

Part 4

Not too long after the doctors left, a woman comes in with a cart that held a few items and a camera.

"Young lady, a child services worker will be here in a few minutes. When they arrive, I need to do a rape kit on you and take some pictures. It's going to be scary at first, making you remember everything you went through, but this is the only way too get you justice, okay?" The nurse stated as she was getting everything in order.

"Yes Ma'am. Do whatever is needed so I don't have to go back to that house, and this doesn't happen to anyone else because of those two? I replied, laying my head back.

We sat in silence for the most part, until the social worker entered. She introduced herself as Rebecca Strong and stated she would be the one to help get me into a nice safe home where I won't be hurt again. To me everything seemed to be falling right in place, until I heard my parents' voices in the distance. I froze up immediately with fear, Ms. Strong came over to console me, and two Police Officers from the next county came into the room. They stood in front of the door, weapons drawn, but their index fingers were on the side of their barrels and not on the trigger. I covered my head, heart racing, body trembling, and my mind is being tormented with any and every possible negative outcome.

The voices started to fade away, both Officers made their way into the hall, and gave notice to the nurse that she could proceed because the coast is now clear. Ms. Strong comforted me and told me everything I needed to do in order to get the rape kit completely quickly. I undressed on top of this large white paper, each piece of clothing I took off was bagged and labeled; they even took the sheets I was laying on, bagged and tagged them as well. I was amazed with how much they had to do for one rape victim and the nurse was right, I felt like I relived it all. The flash of the camera when they were taking photos of the hand marks, cigarette burns, impressions from the belt buckle, and the marks around my neck; put me right back in the house at the time it all started. From the beginning to the end, I relived everything, but felt like I was on the outside looking in. I can he's my screams for help and mercy, I can smell my flesh being burned, and the pain from the mutilation.

Once everything was completed, I was given something to eat, and instructed that by tomorrow they would have a safe foster home for me to go to. I was excited to meet my new family and was hoping that this family would love, care, and protect me from harm. As I was drifting off to sleep my overwhelming thoughts waken me; how would they love and care for me of my own blood was willing to hurt me to this extent. Disregarding my thoughts I fall into a peaceful sleep governed by sweet dreams of playful banter with other children my age.

Part 3

Part 3

The time has come, it's 3am and everyone should be sound asleep. I quietly put on my clothes and tennis shoes, tying them tightly. Opening up the window, there was a creaking but nothing major enough to wake anyone up even if they slept in the room with me. Looking outside to see how I could get down off of the second floor.  Unfortunately, there's no way out except but to jump or I can wait until the morning but I know just like yall do, that won't work. Carefully climbing out the window, holding on for dear life. I lower my body down and holding myself up by hanging onto the ledge. Counting in my head, I release myself, landing on my feet but I bent my knees, and on impact I roll to the ground. Trying to catch my breath, I check over my legs from top to bottom, and I'm okay. Standing up slowly I feel no pain, I take off running in the direction of the police station. The station is about ten miles from where I live, it's days like today I wish I had joined cross country track instead. I pace myself, still keeping my stride in tack, dipping, and dodging through these inner city streets. My heart's racing and fear overcomes me.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs of the police station and had second thoughts. Not to go back home but to take an alternative route then this one. I stood there for maybe five minutes before I set back off to running in the opposite direction heading towards the hospital instead. My thoughts, if anyone is going to protect me, it'll be a hospital. Since my dad is a Police Officer and has been on the force for as long as I can remember. Could I truly trust them?

My breathing started to deepen and chest started to burn. Picking up the pace so I can get as close as I can before I start to walk. I stayed focused with my eyes ahead. Finally
three blocks away I decided to walked, steadily looking behind me to make sure no one was coming my way. I didn't fear a stranger, it's my parents that I'm afraid of. Barely walking into the ER entrance, I dropped to my knees from fatigue. Nurses rush to my rescue and I tell them my father's a Police Officer, he raped me, and my mother tortured me. Beating me with a belt buckle, holding my head under hot water, burning me with cigarettes, punching, and choked me. I pulled out the zip lock bag of underwear and told them I didn't wash my private area the last time he raped me.

After passing out again, I wake up to several people standing around me, and everyone there was a doctor or nurse. I begun to talk so I'll focus was on me. I told them everything and pleaded for them not to call my parents. The doctor told me that they weren't going to call my parents and would leave that up to the police. I jumped, grabbing for the Doctor's jacket.

"My dad's a Cop. If you call the police station they might hurt me, or give me back to my parents. If I go back they're going to kill me for sure."

"We're not going to call the local authorities because of conflict of interest. Do you understand what that means?"

"Yes Sir, thank you." I said relieved and laying back down.

Part 2

Part 2

Feeling like I wasn't going to make it throughout the night, my cries fell on deaf ears, and no one came to my rescue. For hours I've been bitten, burned, raped, almost drowned, choked until I passed out, and beaten. All by the hands of the people that's supposed to protect and love me unconditionally. I wake back up to my dad on top of me, while my mother sat in the distance and watched. That's when I gave in, gave up, and just laid there waiting for it all to be done. I knew what needed to be done, I needed to get out of here but I can't do it tied to the bed. When he was finally done, he got dressed, and walked out of my bedroom. My mother just sat there looking at me in silence. Tears started to roll down her face and that was what I needed to see.

"Mom, may I please take a shower?"

Still not a word, she stood to her feet, and started to untie me. I scoot to the edge of the bed, she asked me if I could walk. I reached out my hand for help and she not only assisted me but told me that we're in this together. I wanted to make sure she wouldn't tie me back up so I told her to tell me what she wanted to do from here on to fix it and I promised I would be a good girl. She smiled at me and kissed my forehead before letting me get in the shower on my own. I pretended to shower, I knew not to touch my private parts. I learned in school, that if you're raped or molested never to wash your private parts, that's the only way they could find who did it. I guarded my private area with one hand so water wouldn't even touched it. I washed below my knees and turned backwards in the shower so my front wouldn't get wet. I went over my upper body with a semi wet wash cloth in case she decided to smell me.

Getting out of the shower there was a towel nicely folded on the sink. I wrapped it around me, opened the bathroom door, and proceeded to walk towards my bedroom. There was a creaking sound coming from behind me, I turned slowly, and was greeted with my mom's face peeking out of her bedroom door.

"We're going to sleep, I want you to get some rest, and I'll see you in the morning." She started to close the door but opened it a little less than she did the first time, "I love you Aaliyah." Closing the door behind her, then locking it from the inside.

Once in my room, I put on a fresh pair of underwear to protect any possible evidence, and then I put on my pajamas. I placed my track sneakers and sweatsuit on my chair and pushed it under my desk so it's out of sight. I dont know if one of the two of them will try to sneak back in here before I leave and I dont want to raise any red flags that'll force them to tie me up again. I needed to wait a few hours to make sure they're fully asleep because I have to climb out of my window and down the drain pipe. It's something I've never done before, so if I fall I'll have more time to gather myself before I get caught. I have one attempt, one try, so it's all or nothing.

I have everything in my favor, as long as I can make it out of the house. Once I get to the street there's no catching me. I needed to pack the pair of underwear I was wearing the first time I was raped. I emptied the zip lock bag of extra underwear I kept in my book bag for gym days and replaced them with the used ones. I put the zip lock bag in my jacket pouch because it's the only pocket with a zipper. I was set and ready, the only thing I was waiting on is the right time.

Part 1

Part 1

I had to be no older than twelve years old when it all started. I remember was playing in the basement with my dolls and dollhouse. You know, doing little girlie things. Talking to my dolls and making them talk back to me, that kind of stuff. I had three Barbies, one Ken doll, the Barbie car, and a big house that my father put together for me this past Christmas. I heard the basement door open and I figured it was my mother coming down to do laundry; but it wasn’t, it was my dad. I was so happy to see him, when he got to the bottom steps I ran and jumped into his arms. I remember that day like it was yesterday, he reeked of alcohol, still dressed in his blues. Like he took several bottles and poured it all over himself right after his shift was completed. He gave me a kiss on my cheek, put me down, and told me to go play so he could take a nap. We had a finished basement, it was my playroom, and whenever there was company my age we would be sent down here to play or watch television. That way the adults can do adult things. He lays on the sofa and I go back over so I can continue to play. I try to be extra quite so he can rest up before Mommy comes home.

I must’ve played for hours, so I wanted to do something different. I looked at the clock and I knew it was five o’clock but couldn’t read the rest of the numbers on the analog clock because they were warn and the big hand was broken off. I rushed over to get the remote because my cartoons come on around this time. I sat Indian style in front of the sofa since my dad was still sleeping. I started to hum the tunes to the introduction of the show and that’s when I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder. I’ll save you all the gruesome details, but as soon as my mom came home the man I once knew as my dad left out, not saying a word to anyone. I told her what happened and I thought, maybe I was just hoping that she would do something about it; possibly hold me and tell me it wasn’t my fault. Well, as fast as I hoped that would happen, the blame game started. It was all my fault and I’ve been trying to get his attention ever since I could walk she said. My heart broke, I felt like crawling under a rock because if my mom said it, it must be true; she’s always right.
 
She dragged me upstairs to the bathroom by my hair and threw me to the floor. I couldn’t stop crying and because of my cries she yelled louder but I couldn’t hear her. She filled the tub but I didn’t see her turn on the cold water. Steam rising from the porcelain clawfoot tub, she lifts me by my arm, and dumps me in, clothes and all. The water was so hot, my skin felt like it was on fire and peeling off. I screamed, telling her that I was burning and-and my skin was peeling. Hitting me in the head, yelling for me to shut up and saying because of me, she lost the one man that loved her; that I stole him and I better make sure that he’s happy. I didn’t know what she was talking about, all I knew is that the pain was gone, I couldn’t feel my legs. She grabs my face and slams my head backwards into the scolding-hot water and holds me underneath. I couldn’t breathe, I was hitting her hands so she would let me go but because I’m just a kid, my hits did nothing. My arms fell into the water and that’s all I could remember.

When I woke up, I was in my own bed. One would think she would come to her senses and begin to care for me, help me, treat me like her child instead of any other person on the street. Which wasn’t the case, I woke up to her beating me with the buckle end of my dad's belt. I was naked, wrist and ankles bond to my bed post. I scream out for God, I scream out for mercy, and my mother tells me that mercy is never granted to harlots.

Introduction

Introduction:

I’m Aaliyah Petty and I have something to say. I hope that this touches a few people enough to spread the word, that if you see something wrong you must speak up! If someone is doing something wrong to you, speak up! I didn’t have to go through the things I went through, but I did. Not because I didn't say anything, I told everyone that would listen. I guess, I went through it so I can help others. So, as soon as I catch my breath, I'll share with you my story.

Part 30

Part 30

The gunman was a smart young man. He dropped the gun and backed away pleading for me to let his brother go.

"Funny, you were a thug five minutes ago, now you're crying like a bitch. It's taking everything in me not to snap his fucking neck. Go over there, face the wall, and get on your knees." I said enforcing my authority.

He does what he's told, then I pushed his brother to the wall and told him to do the same. I kept my eyes on them while putting on another new pair of latex gloves. I may have used five pairs so far, more than I've  ever used in a single night. I picked up the gun, pointed it at the back of their heads, and told them to empty their pockets. I went up to each of them, holding open my shopping bag like a kid on Halloween, awaiting to be showered with all the sugary goodness they had to offer.

Both guys are trying empty their pockets as fast as they could. I told them to put their cell phones in the bag, but they can get them from the dumpster in the next alley way. Piecing out the gun, I toss each section in different directions, while telling them to count slowly to fifty, and that if I ever see them again I'll slit their throats. Both babbling, I walk out the alley but once I turned the corner I started jogging. I didn't want them to hear me take off and come after me so I kept as quiet as I could.  I dumped their phones, fully attached, and kept pushing towards the hotel.

Reaching the hotel, I wasn't out of breath, but extremely sweaty. I walked pass the concierge and was called by first and last name.

"Mr. Ryan Matters?"

"Yes, yes ma'am."

"You have a package that was dropped off for you." The young lady reaching over the desk attempting to give me an envelope.

"Honey, do you know who dropped this off? I mean, did you see their face?"

"No Mr. Matters, I apologize! I wasn't here when it was dropped off. I can always put a flashing note on your account, so when you call or come down there should be an answer for you. Hopefully by four o'clock this evening at or around shift change."

"Okay, thank you."

I didn't open up the envelope right away. I made my way to the room, showered, and grabbed a bite to eat. Once settled, I opened the envelope and there were at least fifteen little notes telling me to watch myself, be careful with the company I keep, Matt isn't to be trusted, and the trip back home will show me everything I needed to see. Sitting on the edge of the bed perplexed, I stuffed the notes in my  duffle bag that I keep my clothes; I laid back, and watched TV until I fell asleep.

Awaken the next afternoon by Matt pacing the floor. I sat up in bed just watching him at first. Then I asked what was going on. He started by fumbling over his words, "we go, we need to go."

"What's going on? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's up."

"Alright, but we need to start packing and get on the road. I'll tell you everything on the way."

"Bro, you've been gone for like a month. I'm not packing shit or going anywhere without knowing what happened."

"I was smoking weed with some friends and we had a few drinks. I may have killed one of them, because when I woke up I was covered in blood."

"What the fuck Matt. Running isn't going to fix this, where's the body?"

"That's the problem, I don't know."

"Well,  we're not going back home until we clean this mess up. Contact your friends so we can meet up, we may be able find out for sure what's going on if anything."

"Yeah, good point."

I knew that I couldn't trust him, so I prepared myself for whatever may come. Matt smiles then walks out the room. I put a pocket knife between my belt and waistband. Got dressed, putting on loose jeans, my running socks and tennis shoes, and called down to the front desk to let them know that I will not be checking out. I made them aware that the only person that can check me out is me. I gave the young lady a password to add to my account and some disclosure information.

This is where it all starts to unfold........

SN: I will be off site for a few weeks so I can run edits and wait for approval for a release dates. During this time I will attempt to start a new story to keep everyone occupied until I can come back to posting three or more parts a day. Each one of the parts are generally lengthy so we shall see.   

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