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She Cried Why

Freestyle with my ukulele. A story of child abuse.

He’s hoping, waiting, wanting to touch her

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The excitement takes over

Her hands, her lips, her heart, can’t wait

reuniting with her lover

the magic they create

your body, she’s soon to rediscover

Following their path of fate

Never to love another

Already found her soulmate

He’s hoping, waiting, wanting to touch her

Reflecting on their first date

Watched how clouds and stars hover

Fighting, hurting, love they complicate

Says he wants to marry her

Caught him, he took her bait

Love’s never been scarier

The ways in which they relate

They hide under the covers

Her body, he’ll inflate

Says she wants to be a mother

Already found her soulmate

He’s hoping, waiting, wanting to touch her

Hadn’t said a word to her.

(Part 2)

The needle pricked her skin. She hardly noticed. It is oddly extraordinary how mental pain can completely mask physical pain. She was deep in thought. She replayed the beautifully haunting events that had incurred a few weeks ago. The nurse yanked the needle from her skin along with the tube of blood she had drawn. “I’ll take this to the lab and we will give you a call letting you know your results,” the nurse said as she rushed out the door. She sat confused. Was she supposed to leave or wait for some other strange form of examination? She decided to wait a few minutes then leave if no one returned. Just as she came to this decision the doctor came in. “Oh good, I see you put the robe on, let’s go ahead and take a look then.” She began to shake again. How had something like love lead her to this? How could so-called passion lead to emotionless examination of her “forbidden parts.” Her mind wandered back to the cause of these events. She was laughing as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her close. He whispered to her, only her, “I love the sound of your laugh.” “Does this hurt,” the doctor’s quick and sharp words brought her back to reality. “No,” she answered. The doctor gathered his things, told her everything seems fine, and that she could go. As she rushed out the words of a nurse rang behind her, “we’ll call you with your results.” She glanced at her phone hoping he had text her. As she expected, no reply. He hadn’t said a word to her since that night. She walked towards the bus stop, tears filling her eyes. She thought it was love. She craved him. She thought he felt the same. They had met only two months ago, but she thought soulmates, or something like that, love each other quickly. The princess met the prince, immediately fell in love, and married a few days following, right? So where is he? Why has he not called or text? She stood at the bus stop. Noticed the man undressing her with his eyes, even though tears were falling down her face.

This is the second part of an ongoing short story serious I will be doing. The first story is called “Ever Since He Had Touched Her.”