My friend and I were walking down 17th street the other day, I seen this girl from school I know so I gave her a wave. She smiled back so gently and it almost broke my heart; I know she's hurting inside, I can see it in her eyes. Bruises cover her body and she wouldn't dare tell a soul- if she did Daddy would hurt her worse than she's ever been hurt.
I can't even tell my friend who is walking next to me, she has a big mouth and would tell everybody. At night I hear her crying outside my window in the dark, Daddy just came home from another drinking binge. Mommy is too high to realize a thing, when she tries to interfere Daddy says they are just "playing." When he goes to get a different belt this girl runs and hides. I can hear her whispering a prayer for help.
He is calling her name and she holds her breath the whole time: her body quivers and her bones ache from the painful abuse. Night after night this happens, to this girl it isn't fair. She's only 15 and a freshman in highschool, she's barely a woman. Her father doesn't realize this, either that or he doesn't care. If his employers, friends, and family only knew what he did- he would be gone for good and this young girl could tell all of the stories she had hid.