Bones

After that, I can't really recall what event went down first but it got escalated fast after that, it went from a kiss to rape. Every single day of their lives I can’t talk for my twin sister because even to this day I don't know exactly what she went through. 

Some days the kids would scrape for food on that debilitating refrigerator, filled with moldy food, spoiled and filled with frozen flies that got in when left open for too long, Other days would be their lucky day when they could fetch two bowls of cereal instead of 1 or two hotdogs except one, they ate on that dirty floor, where they rested beside the cockroaches, the girl had peace at that moment bc the monsters where too busy eating to fight, yell or beat someone. But that would quickly end once they yelled for their plate to be taken away from his dirty hands, once he was done he would get back to yelling to the girl. He would yell mean things like “muevete cabrona ve y lleva mi plato, hasme el favor y lava todo” Instead of being polite and acting like a normal human being, he would yell and speak unhinged stuff about family, friends and everyone who was doing “better” than him in life. But I'm getting out of track here, I will tell you more about that later… After being forced to clean after him, the crumbs, the dishes, or anything he got dirty would double up his meal which was different from ours. While we ate hot dogs or pancakes they ate meat, chicken, fish, rice, etc.

 After all that every day the girl had to wash the dishes, He would get up, go to the kitchen where the girl was, gets behind her, and press his heavy, gross body feeling her up, every inch of her body would be stained with his hands, she was only 8 years old trying to understand why would a man, that it's supposed to be a father figure, is touching her not yet developed breasts, ass, waist, what is she doing wrong this time? She asks herself in fear, with her rigid body, all tense without wanting to breathe too loud that would make him notice her existence.