The Closet
The Closet
by A M Kraft / www.kraftygirlart3.com
She shivered, naked in the dark. The cold, hard wood of the closet floor added to the frozen chill coming from the walls. Winter penetrated the cold house and seeped under the door. Her thin, frail body, was bruised and tender. Afraid to move, to breathe, for fear that He would hear and come back.
At six years old, she knew of God and railed silently at Him. Why?!?!? Why don’t you save me? She whimpered.
Startled at herself for letting the sound escape, she pressed harder into the cold, dark corner. Tears streamed down her face. In that moment, she hated her mother. Hated her for the hunger she felt and hated her for the pain, too. She knew that He was hurting the children. How could she be so weak? A mother protected her kids. What was he anyway? He was nothing. No, that’s not true. He was something. He was Evil.
She sighed, glaring at the locked closet door. She hoped her sister, the cause of her current state, could feel her eyes burning through the hateful door. She didn’t care that her sister was only three. If she hadn’t kept stealing the blanket, the girl would not have yelled at her. And He would not have come. He yanked her, forcibly from the bed and told her she didn’t know what cold was. Then he hit her. He forced her to remove her clothes, the steely grip on her arm not allowing for argument. He yanked open the closet door, removed the few hanging dresses, and shoved her violently, to the floor. When her knee cracked sharply, she yelled out in pain. When the back of his hand connected with her thin face, she instantly regretted the show of emotion.
As she lay there, her head in her lap, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, she welcomed what little heat her breath provided. Her body was starting to ache from holding the pose. Yet, any movement released what little heat she had managed to build up. Being a child, she had no concept of time. How long had she been here? Was he going to leave her here all night? Ha! Grow up, she thought to herself. Of course he will. And she knew her mother would let him, too.
Her head snapped back at the sound of the bed springs squeaking. Her body flushed with the sudden heat of fear. Oh, no! She had nodded off! She began to breathe quickly, worried she had talked in her sleep and now He was returning. As the sound of the steps approached the closet, tears began to stream down her face. Her body was racked with spasms of fear, her heart pounding faster in her chest. The door was ripped open, slamming against the wall from the force. She looked up, squinting against the morning sun, streaming through the window. There He stood, looking down at her, disgustedly. Removing his T-shirt, he throws it at her, watching in amusement, as she eagerly pulls it on. She welcomes the heat and protection, yet gagging on the smell of him, shudders. Ashamed at herself for not being able to reject it, she begins to sob, as he leaves the room.
The Closet © COPYRIGHT 2005 A M Kraft. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 08/23/05
by A M Kraft / www.kraftygirlart3.com
She shivered, naked in the dark. The cold, hard wood of the closet floor added to the frozen chill coming from the walls. Winter penetrated the cold house and seeped under the door. Her thin, frail body, was bruised and tender. Afraid to move, to breathe, for fear that He would hear and come back.
At six years old, she knew of God and railed silently at Him. Why?!?!? Why don’t you save me? She whimpered.
Startled at herself for letting the sound escape, she pressed harder into the cold, dark corner. Tears streamed down her face. In that moment, she hated her mother. Hated her for the hunger she felt and hated her for the pain, too. She knew that He was hurting the children. How could she be so weak? A mother protected her kids. What was he anyway? He was nothing. No, that’s not true. He was something. He was Evil.
She sighed, glaring at the locked closet door. She hoped her sister, the cause of her current state, could feel her eyes burning through the hateful door. She didn’t care that her sister was only three. If she hadn’t kept stealing the blanket, the girl would not have yelled at her. And He would not have come. He yanked her, forcibly from the bed and told her she didn’t know what cold was. Then he hit her. He forced her to remove her clothes, the steely grip on her arm not allowing for argument. He yanked open the closet door, removed the few hanging dresses, and shoved her violently, to the floor. When her knee cracked sharply, she yelled out in pain. When the back of his hand connected with her thin face, she instantly regretted the show of emotion.
As she lay there, her head in her lap, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, she welcomed what little heat her breath provided. Her body was starting to ache from holding the pose. Yet, any movement released what little heat she had managed to build up. Being a child, she had no concept of time. How long had she been here? Was he going to leave her here all night? Ha! Grow up, she thought to herself. Of course he will. And she knew her mother would let him, too.
Her head snapped back at the sound of the bed springs squeaking. Her body flushed with the sudden heat of fear. Oh, no! She had nodded off! She began to breathe quickly, worried she had talked in her sleep and now He was returning. As the sound of the steps approached the closet, tears began to stream down her face. Her body was racked with spasms of fear, her heart pounding faster in her chest. The door was ripped open, slamming against the wall from the force. She looked up, squinting against the morning sun, streaming through the window. There He stood, looking down at her, disgustedly. Removing his T-shirt, he throws it at her, watching in amusement, as she eagerly pulls it on. She welcomes the heat and protection, yet gagging on the smell of him, shudders. Ashamed at herself for not being able to reject it, she begins to sob, as he leaves the room.
The Closet © COPYRIGHT 2005 A M Kraft. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 08/23/05
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