As a child I would go and stay at my grandparent's house, everytime I did I would pick flowers for my mom and grandmother, they always loved them.

As I pick flower after flower

He comes up behind me

Wraps his arms around my waist

And kisses my neck

As I turn around

He whispers your beautiful

As the terror covers my face

I try to scream

But he is too strong

He holds me tight

He carries me to the house

As I squirm to get away

With all my strength

I fight and fight

As long as possible

As I become weak

I use my last breath to scream

Scream as loud as poddible

He threatens me

As he holds me tighter

He threatens me again

I continue screaming

Someone walks up

He loosens huis hold

And answers the door

As the terror slowly leaves my face

As he walks outside

The tears begin to fall

With no sight left

They continue to fall

As I put my shirt on

Wraping my arms around my legs

And sit in silence

As he comes back in

With his son

Wishing I could leave

And never come back