Where is god?

🛑 Adult content, language, drugs, abuse (multiple forms), please read with discretion. May be a trigger for some readers. Reader discretion advised. 

This story has massive amounts of adult content. So much out of my wheel house, here’s to something different.

John 11:35 “Jesus wept.” (NKJV)

Where is god?

Consequences 

Dad’s buddies staggered over and kicked dad in the stomach. He jumped to his feet, pissin’ himself, laughin’. I could see his mouth moving but couldn’t hear what they were saying. 

They staggered into the trailer bringing the smell of fresh piss and sweat with them. “Whur’s that fuckin’ woman?” Dad asked. I simply shrugged my shoulders. He kicked a beer bottle at me. “Useless prick.”

His buddies tore into the beer. Dad stumbled over to the cabinet. “I had a can of beans in hur.” He farted pulling my attention to the now wet spot in the back of his underwear. “Whur them damn beans?” He jerked me up by the hair of my head. Again, I just shrugged. He threw me to the floor. 

“Whur be that whore of yourn?” One buddy asked. 

His second friend rubbed himself moanin’, “yeah, need some. Got smokes?”

Dad yanked me up by my hair. “Earn your keep.” He threw me across the table like a rag doll. His buddies tore at my clothes without question. It hurt. I knew that didn’t belong inside me. I bit at my lip. I would not give them the pleasure of hearin’ me scream. Tears gathered in a puddle on the table. Then it hit me, I knew how to hurt him. 

He screamed, “let go of me you little fuck.” He yanked, and yanked. “Let go.” 

I was celebratin’ in my head. Dad walked around the table. His smelly dirty dick surrounded by matted pubic hair wiggled in my face. A tick. There was a ticks butt sicking out of his pubes. It had been there for a while. Fucker was fat. 

With a hand full of hair, he picked up my head slammin’ it on the table. “Let go.” I could feel warmth run down my nose. I screamed in my head. I would not. He slammed my head into the table again. Everything became blurry as I passed out.

When I came to, I was still lying across the table. It hurt to move. My underwear hurt against my skin. Pulling up my jeans caused me to inhale sharply. Walking wasn’t fun either. Somehow I made it to the creek. The cold water soaking my clothes felt amazing against my raw skin. Now; in the dark, it was okay to cry. 

When I woke, Maggie and Chico were sitting on the creek bank watchin’ me. As I stood, she stood holdin’ up the biggest towel I’d ever seen. I was still raw. It caused me to flinch as I stood. She never asked me what happened. Just wrapped me in the towel, leading me to the carport. Chico followin’ her every step. 

It was all I could do not to scream when I used the bathroom. There was a cream in her medicine cabinet that I used. It had an amazing coolin’ effect. But nothing could heal the damage inside. 

She made a fabulous meal. I sat down gingerly when she wasn’t lookin’. 

We ate. We talked. Chico begged for scraps. He did the cutest little begger pose. It was too cute and irresistible. Maggie smiled as I pretended to slip him scraps. 

She knew something was wrong. When I didn’t want to go home, I slept in a hammock on the carport. We would eat breakfast. Then; eventually, I’d go home.