Her demons part 3
Being almost depleted of strength she went to rest a minute. The child know how to conduct herself.
As soon as her head hits the pillow the thoughts start to run. Ugly, fat, stupid, slut. The insults were dropping with poison waiting for her to take them in and scorch her mind, but they were ignored. Almost as if the volume was turned down. Not stopped, she could still hear them. Why don’t you just go, get away, leave, he doesn’t want you and your just in his way. He would be… but there not as loud. Somehow muffled by the memories of there young love.
I was about 6 or 7 years old, he was 10ish, we