How did she get here? How did this all start? How do I get out of this cage, away from the hungry lion? ” These questions ran through her mind as she struggled with the door lock, blood rushing to her head, hands shaking and a surge of cold running to her feet. Also, “who makes these kind of locks?” “God help me”. That instant, after the silent prayer, the door opened. And she ran out of the lion’s den. She ran with her heart in her mouth, at a pace her 8yrs old build could carry her.
She was out, but was she really? She ran out the room to the living room, hearing voices, he couldn’t possibly come out there to harm her. She sat in front of the TV screen not really seeing anything but thinking about what just happened. Little girl she was, but she knew a lion didn’t pounce on you just to play with you.
She sat still not knowing whether to cry or go home and wait till her mother got back. Was she wronged or was that something little girls experience on a normal? It was definitely wrong because Mr Lion wanted the door locked. Why was he trying to hide? How was she going to explain the lion tried to eat her? Would lion’s parents believe? They’d probably say lion is so good and doesn’t hurt anything or anyone. They’d say she was telling a lie against lion. Infact everyone was going to say lion is a sheep.
And then, he came to the living room, her heart sank. There he was, smiling, making her wonder if she was to smile also. He mouthed the words, “I love you”. And she replied with an “I hate you”. He smiled and kept on mouthing the words. At that moment she knew she had lost the case.
She wished she could tell someone, but no one really taught her how to talk about things like this. So she lived with it. While Mr. Lion was out there, free, she was scarred even though she came out free.
Culled from my original post on my blog https://pgirldiary.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/molested-the-escape
