The Nightmare

That Never Ends...

By: Caira Santana & Tysherra Dixon

prologue

Trisha Cruz sat on the bench in San Fransisco, California. She was mindlessly staring at her son, James, who was almost 9 years old. The raven haired 25 year old became deep in thought as her son played with the other children in the park. James looked so much like his father, but she shuddered at the thought of him. In an instant, memories of the worst part of her life became clear in her mind.

Trisha's ribs ached with violent anger as her brother's steel-toed boots repeatedly kicked her in the wounded area. She tried to curl away from the insult, but the movement was futile as he began attacking her spine.

"You stupid, fucking bitch!" Jason insulted Trisha verbally, grabbing her by the throat and throwing her againsts the nearest wall. "I should kill you right now," He growled in her face as his hand tightened around her throat.

"Please-" Trisha tried to breathe out.

"Shut the fuck up" Jason released his death grip on her sore neck and watched her as she dropped to the floor, gasping for air. The fact that tears were flowing out of her eyes and rolling down her cheecks, did nothing to calm Jason. If anything, it only infuriated him more. Without so much as a glance to his sister, he stormed out of the room, leaving her broken body alone on the cold floor.

Trisha shook her head briefly, as if shaking the memories from her mind. She huffed out a deep breath, one she didn't know she was holding in. Assuming the day went on long enough, she called to her son, who was reluctant to leaving his newly-made best friend. Trisha smiled and grabbed his hand, hoping the rest of the night would not be distured by memories.