My Last Love

"Arsehole leave me the fuck alone!" Those where the last words I spoke to them. My parents who raised me from my the day I was conceived. They were not the parents you could call fit parents, they where the type of parents who drove their only daughter to commit suicide on Christmas evening. The father, balding on top but still managing to have the hairiest chest in all of Australia swore and cursed at his daughter from the day she was born. He would hit her and force her to take part in horrible things with his brother and himself that he would tape then sell for some extra cash. Extra cash that they needed after the only career the two parents shared was selling dope. The mother, named Doris-Lee was from the states. Kansas of course. She wore too much makeup and not enough clothes. She would prance around the house dancing for my father while their where many visitors at the house. The daughter would sometimes have to do those dances as well for several men at once who would stuff her bra with money and condoms in hopes of getting laid by a minor. The daughter, who is me didn’t know that this was wrong until I turned 10. That was when I finally realised that none of my friends from school bought their lunches in plastic bags and had earned her school lunch money the night before. Now at the age of 14 I have finally had enough. Being held down, threatened and hit was not what I had planned. I know what I was about to do wasn’t going to help thing. I know what I am about to do is giving up but I can’t take it. I can’t live like this any longer.

I push the door open and hear the screams behind me and the many names I am being called.

"Get her back in here now!" My father screams at my uncle and his drunken mates. They are all fast so now I really have to run fast. I know where I am going though. I know. My legs pump fast and my lungs pump hard too. But all the wear and tear on them from me drinking and smoking all my life is finally coming back to bite me on the arse. I run down the street and I can still hear the yells of the men following me.

"Come on Butterfly. Come back we were only joking, you know having some fun." One of them yells. Butterfly is not my name by the way. It is the name they all call me when they want to have some ‘fun’ or joke around with me. I ignore them and keep running and keeping my head down because tripping over right now would not be a good idea. I can hear the voices but just below the voices I can hear the families inside their toasty warm houses have their Christmas dinner. Realizing at that moment that I am only in my bra, panties and a coat I slung over me while backing in the corner, frightened of all the new men that where trying to get to me. I feel colder than before as my feet hit the freezing asphalt road. My feet start to get heavier and heavier while I keep running. The men behind me keep pace. I can see at the end of the road the place I want to be. I keep running but can hear the people getting faster behind me. Probably guessing where I was going. The road stops but I keep running on the dirt and icy ground. It doesn’t snow here but it only gets cold here at night in summer. I can now hear the ocean slapping against the rocks and I can see the safety fence on the edge of the cliff. I just have a few more steps before jumping over the fence into the rocks. The men behind me get loader.

"No, Rosa!" I hear one yell. The others just yell and yell for me to stop. "Please Rosa stop!" the same voice begs but I am starting to climb the fence now. I turn around to see the men running towards me. One catches my eye. It’s Tim from school. "No!" He screams as I jump. He climbs over the fence and I can see his face as I fall backwards. "I was coming to help you Rosa!" he reaches out but it is no use. "Sorry" I manage as I fall silently to the rocks below. A tear falls from my eyes. He cared. Then it was black.