by mactownlady my name is bethy i am three my eyes are swollen i can not see. my little feet hurt really bad its because of the burns of daddys cigar ash i'm a bad little girl, daddy always says. thats why my butt stays so red. i press my self against the wall to try and make it down the hall. shhh be quiet don't wake daddy! oh no! i spilt my sippy cup! he's not gonna be happy. i think the belt.... had left too many whelps. i heard them say i couldn't take it anymore. thats why i dropped to the floor. it doesn't hurt anymore and i feel free because my name was bethy... i was three... that night my daddy murderd me. |