Diary of Abuse by a Loved One Chapter 1 Page 5

little girl who was wrapped up in a blanket in my arms and stared at how innocent and beautiful she was. I couldn’t believe I had created something so beautiful and pure. I decided to call her Lucy; a name I was ever so fond of since I could remember. I prayed and prayed over her soul that she would remain safe and would grow up to be an old woman and would never experience the pain and anguish that I had suffered at the hands of her father.

The bus ride home didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I had hoped it would take longer so that I could enjoy the silence and the quietness of being a mother before the chaos continued with him, no doubt. I knew I shouldn’t let me fears consume me; but alas they did. They were constantly overwhelming me daily.