When i was five i was sleeping on a rollaway bed in the living room because my room had just been painted and i had terrible allergies. my Granny could put her bed up and see me. i felt much safer and snuggled into bed and fell away into a very deep sleep. The kind i didn't get very often. Sometime in the night, my Granddaddy came and drug me out of my haven. When he woke me up i gave a small cry. He slapped me and i shut up immediately. i followed him to his bedroom with that familar feeling of sick dread. He was tying the sheets to my wrists when we heard my Granny call, "Babygirl?" Granddady groaned with frustration and yanked out a small clump of my hair. "Don't make me take you to the basement cunt."
