Art, Poems, Stories
Tamara's Story
by Sanya
Tamera stood in the corner of the cold dark room. She stood remembering all the bad types she had back to the time when her father brutally whipped her mother when he was drunk.
Hours she cried, but no-one heard her pain her cries for help. Has she started remembering she instantly cried out the pain was unbearably to her, she stood their screaming for hours with no-one to help her in her time of grief. Tamera remembered how her father dragged her mother on the floor he took off his belt beating her endlessly, the scars remain on her body the blood dripping down her face. He looked at her and spit in her face and left the room. Tamera heard the silence and walked to her parents room. Her mother looked at her told her to go away as she wiped the blood off her face. Tamera saw the pain in her mother's eyes the hurt she felt and the trust she lost. She ran to her mother hugging her tight , telling her it will get better.
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