mother’s blows landed randomly. One struck her on the side of her face, another on her ankle bone and several others on her back.
Having worn herself out, Caterina finally stopped, her hand dropping to the side with the spoon dangling from it. Glaring at her daughter, she screamed, “Now let’s see if you dare talk back to me again! If you ever say another disgusting word about your Uncle Danny again, I will kill you! And don’t even dream of going to that girl’s funeral either! You’re punished, until I give you my permission to go out again. Do you hear me?” With that, she rained three final blows on Alessa, screaming, “I’ll show you!” Then she turned and left her daughter’s bedroom.
Rosabella came in about twenty minutes later to see how her younger sister was doing and found her crying silently under the worn covers. She helped Alessa put on her pajamas, then gave her an extra sheet when she noticed her shivering.
Rosabella told Alessa, “I’m sorry about what happened to your friend. Mom is just fucking crazy. I can’t wait to get out of this house.” As Rosabella got Alessa settled she couldn’t help but notice all the fresh bruises from the metal spoon. Rosabella felt sorry for her sister, as she knew too well what a monster Caterina was and hated her for it.
The weeks that followed were hell for Alessa. As her mother had decreed, she wasn’t allowed to go to Rhonda’s funeral. She wasn’t allowed to go out anywhere at all. Just to school and back. Nor could she receive phone calls. Not that it mattered. Not a soul had tried to contact her—except for Zoe. When she called one night and asked to speak with Alessa, Caterina was not in a particularly genial mood.
“Listen, lady,” she spat out, “Alessa is not your child. Why don’t you call some of those boyfriends you have? Your daughter is dead, because you are a tramp. I don’t want you calling my daughter again. Call someone your own age.”
Alessa’s enforced stay at home meant that once again, her Uncle Danny had her at his mercy seven nights a week. He was becoming rougher with her as he got older, slapping her hard and pinching her nipples before he was fully aroused. Sometimes, he yanked cruelly at her hair or gripped her by the neck as if he were going to choke her to death. Her life descended into unrelenting darkness once more, tumbling down into the cold, bottomless pit from which she had tried pulling it up after she met Rhonda. Danny tortured Alessa mercilessly for having dared complain to Caterina about him. He laughed at his niece scornfully, reminding her that his adoring sister would never believe her. Her siblings were, by now, young adults and had moved out of the house as soon as they could afford to. Rosabella was the last one to go. The previous month, she had moved to a small apartment in Norristown that she was sharing with a friend. Alessa, however, had been grounded for months now and still wasn’t allowed out of the house, other than to go to school.
The weekend before her seventeenth birthday, their parents went off to Atlantic City. Shortly after they had pulled out of the driveway, Uncle Danny went into Alessa’s bedroom. He stood in front of her, dropped his pants, pushed his pelvis out and said, “Play with it.” She held his penis and began to whack him off. After a few minutes, he stopped her and said, “Blow me now.” When he was done, he looked down at her and said, “This is going to be a great weekend, don’t cha think?”
Alessa would have given anything to die. Nothing brought her more comfort than the thought of leaving this world. She hated her family, her very existence. Now she had to endure an entire weekend of that fucking bastard wanting to blow a load off several times a day. She hated him with a passion. She tried to focus on the good times she had enjoyed with Rhonda, thinking about the fun they had had and the memories they had shared. Rhonda had loved Alessa and believed
Having worn herself out, Caterina finally stopped, her hand dropping to the side with the spoon dangling from it. Glaring at her daughter, she screamed, “Now let’s see if you dare talk back to me again! If you ever say another disgusting word about your Uncle Danny again, I will kill you! And don’t even dream of going to that girl’s funeral either! You’re punished, until I give you my permission to go out again. Do you hear me?” With that, she rained three final blows on Alessa, screaming, “I’ll show you!” Then she turned and left her daughter’s bedroom.
Rosabella came in about twenty minutes later to see how her younger sister was doing and found her crying silently under the worn covers. She helped Alessa put on her pajamas, then gave her an extra sheet when she noticed her shivering.
Rosabella told Alessa, “I’m sorry about what happened to your friend. Mom is just fucking crazy. I can’t wait to get out of this house.” As Rosabella got Alessa settled she couldn’t help but notice all the fresh bruises from the metal spoon. Rosabella felt sorry for her sister, as she knew too well what a monster Caterina was and hated her for it.
The weeks that followed were hell for Alessa. As her mother had decreed, she wasn’t allowed to go to Rhonda’s funeral. She wasn’t allowed to go out anywhere at all. Just to school and back. Nor could she receive phone calls. Not that it mattered. Not a soul had tried to contact her—except for Zoe. When she called one night and asked to speak with Alessa, Caterina was not in a particularly genial mood.
“Listen, lady,” she spat out, “Alessa is not your child. Why don’t you call some of those boyfriends you have? Your daughter is dead, because you are a tramp. I don’t want you calling my daughter again. Call someone your own age.”
Alessa’s enforced stay at home meant that once again, her Uncle Danny had her at his mercy seven nights a week. He was becoming rougher with her as he got older, slapping her hard and pinching her nipples before he was fully aroused. Sometimes, he yanked cruelly at her hair or gripped her by the neck as if he were going to choke her to death. Her life descended into unrelenting darkness once more, tumbling down into the cold, bottomless pit from which she had tried pulling it up after she met Rhonda. Danny tortured Alessa mercilessly for having dared complain to Caterina about him. He laughed at his niece scornfully, reminding her that his adoring sister would never believe her. Her siblings were, by now, young adults and had moved out of the house as soon as they could afford to. Rosabella was the last one to go. The previous month, she had moved to a small apartment in Norristown that she was sharing with a friend. Alessa, however, had been grounded for months now and still wasn’t allowed out of the house, other than to go to school.
The weekend before her seventeenth birthday, their parents went off to Atlantic City. Shortly after they had pulled out of the driveway, Uncle Danny went into Alessa’s bedroom. He stood in front of her, dropped his pants, pushed his pelvis out and said, “Play with it.” She held his penis and began to whack him off. After a few minutes, he stopped her and said, “Blow me now.” When he was done, he looked down at her and said, “This is going to be a great weekend, don’t cha think?”
Alessa would have given anything to die. Nothing brought her more comfort than the thought of leaving this world. She hated her family, her very existence. Now she had to endure an entire weekend of that fucking bastard wanting to blow a load off several times a day. She hated him with a passion. She tried to focus on the good times she had enjoyed with Rhonda, thinking about the fun they had had and the memories they had shared. Rhonda had loved Alessa and believed
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