Rag doll

She was pretty.
She was a young lady from Mexico, grown into naivety.
So she believed him.
She believed him when he said he'd stop,
stop the drinking, stop the smoking, stop the hitting.
She believed him.
He continued but she believed that one day, he'd just quit.
One day he came home late.
He'd been sober the entire week, she thought this time, this time was different.
He was drunk.
She hid,
he found her.
He kissed her, he touched her, then he took her to bed, but she got away...
...not soon enough.
But as she was running away from him she felt his arm try to grab her.
He pulled something.
She limped into the bathroom, wedging herself behind the door.
She had heard a pop, a loud pop but she didn't know why.
Then she looked at her leg.
Her left leg now resembled her right,
but it wasn't polio this time.
It was limp, frail.
It hurt.
She was crying, maybe from the fright, maybe from the pain, she didn't know.
As she was panting she heard Him on the other side of the door.
"Sal, por favor. No te quise hacer daño. No fue mi intención. Sal por favor."
"No, me jalaste mi pierna. No la puedo mover."
"Sal, sal por favor. No te voy hacer nada. Te suplico, sal. Perdoname."
So she came out.
She believed him once again,
but once she was outside, he pulled her hair,
Dragged her to his bed and fucked her.
He didn't listen to her cries, her little fists beating on his side pleasing him to stop,
he didn't listen.
She was a rag doll now.
She was his rag doll.