The Fallen Pedal

This is about Danielle finding herself and her relationship with Christian, a boy from her days before Lynn Thompson's Penitentiary.

Flashback

I wake up to the stale smell of cigarettes, and the rain leaking through the ceiling and dripping on my covers. You can hear my mom’s business creaking through the walls.  This is all to keep my dad’s business afloat, which in return she gets a portion of the drugs. I am amazed that she is even able to sell the products as much as she dips into it.  Just two more years I will be eighteen, and on my own. Dragging myself out of bed I head to the bathroom, which I thought was safe to do. I must have got used to the sound of the creaking I did not hear it stop.  When I was leaving the bathroom, one of my mom’s customers was outside the door.  Giving him a weak smile, I try and make my way back to my room.

“I see the w***e is raising a tease in training.”

What happened next seems like all a blur. He grabs me by my hair forcefully dragging me to the nearby room that is neighboring the bathroom. I am desperately trying to remove myself out of his grasp, making scratches on his wrist. He then forces me on the floor lying on my back.  As he was straddling my waist, I slap him across the face while trying to call my mom for help. He harshly grabs both of my wrists and puts them above my head.

“You should like it rough like your mother. You shouldn’t be parading it around if you don’t want us to get a sample.” While saying this he traces my body with his hands.  I spit in his face and am rewarded with a slap. My vision is blurred, I feel like I am in a dream. His legs nudge my legs apart. He rips off my shorts, and underwear. Then he pushes down my t-shirt and bra cup fully exposing me. He lowers his head is bites my left breasts, and starts sucking. I am numb. No emotion. This is how my first time is. Being taking advantage and my mother is too drugged out to notice. He then inserts a finger; this is when I start to cry. The slow torture doesn’t stop, I didn’t even notice when I was truly robbed.

I don’t come back to reality till I realize the blood residue in the shower, and the pain I had when I sat down and sobbed in the shower. Getting out the shower, I am disgusted with myself. I could have fought harder. Looking through the medicine cabinet I find a bottle of oxycodone, and a blade. I somehow got to school, after that I do not remember. All I remember is waking up to Jerry watching over me.