UNHEARD CRY

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Drea choked and groaned in pain as she was slammed into the wall, her uncle's arm strangling her neck.

“Do you want to die?" he growled, a manic light in his eyes.

“No. Please," she pleaded, fear crawling into her chest.

He wasn't bluffing. He could kill her. Afterall, he had slashed her arm open with a knife once.

“Then what do you think you're doing? Trying to tell your parents?”he snarled." Didn't I tell you the consequence of that?”

Drea struggled for air, tugging at her uncle's arm over her neck with both arms.

“Please," she wheezed.

He glared into her eyes for several long seconds, watching her kick and flail. Tears slid along Drea’s cheeks. She couldn't plead anymore, her last breath of air was gone…

Then he let go.

She slid to the ground, coughing furiously as she took in a huge gulp of air.

“You’ll think twice before you make that kind of slip again," he snapped, then stepped out the door and locked it behind him.

Drea remained on the ground, sobbing her eyes out. She was tired of this. How could no one see the distress she was in? Not even her parents! Despite the several hints she had thrown at them!

Suddenly, anger filled her.

“Enough is enough," she growled.

No one could hear her. She had tried and tried to hint to everyone close to her about this molestation, but no one could hear. She felt like her voice was being sucked into some kind of deep hole, caving in on itself so no one could hear her cry for help.

This had to end. She was tired of being stuck with this insane man that everybody trusted for some reason.

“Jesus!" she cried. “You said You are my help in times of trouble. I need you now. No one else hears me. You're my only hope!”

Right there in her collapsed position, she desperately poured her heart out, sobbing and crying to the only one who could hear her.

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Good day peeps 👋
People might not always be able to detect when we're in pain, but God knows all of our thoughts and troubles, and He hears, no matter how buried our voices may seem. He is ready to pull us out of our mess.🥹

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