Leona

Leona told her little granddaughter as she rocked her to sleep. The small infant cooed and soon fell into a deep restful sleep. Leona wondered about her daughter, if she was still on the run from that creep who tried to kill her. He had been fine for the most part, well he had been drinking one night, her daughter had told Leona, and he had tried to choke her. Heather was her daughter's name. Leona would rather not say his name, the creep. He didn't matter to Leona. Heather on the other hand still loved her husband like most abused women do, thought Leona. She wished that this tiny baby would never know her father's name, never know anything about him. He doesn't deserve it, Leona thought. Leona had read up on abusive husbands a her. Her daughter told Leona that her abusive husband had done this one night without warning. He nd that they rarely deserved second chances. They never truly stopped their behaviour. Never stopped abusing. She too had been abused early in life. She was sexually abused as a child. Her uncle Felix had abused her, made her perform oral sex when she was two up until she was older, then at thirteen his eldest son Donny had sodomized her. She often told her daughter about the pain she was in. The darkness she felt, the depression. Leona would tell Heather about the melancholy days she had as a child and as an adult. It leaves scars that never fade. Never heal. Leona thought, doesn't anyone hear, see that I am a broken she'll. Damaged goods.