Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin'
I keep on breathin'
Time goes by and I can't control my mind
I keep on breathin'
- Ariana Grande
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CAUTION!!!!!
Possible Trigger Warning Ahead: Slight Abuse/Taunting/Feeling Up A Minor. Inappropriate Talking, Touching Of A Minor!!!!
PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE READING!!!!!
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Aribelle
Numb.
I felt numb. The tear-soaked pillow that had swallowed my screams just minutes earlier now felt comforting. Maybe.. if I just lay on it forever, I could forget.
Maybe it could swallow down the pain too.
"Thanks, babygirl. Daddy needed that." He kissed my head, gently rubbing his hand down my spine as a lay still in his bed.
I kept my head away from him, my eyes focused solely on the open window that allowed the sun to light up the dreadful room. It teased me with its joyful rays, heating up my bare body. The beauty of the summer day contrasted with the tears that had yet to stop coating the pillow.
So pretty and pure.
I had lost my purity. My innocence has been tainted.
"You can't stay in bed all day little girl. Ten more minutes then I want you downstairs." I hear movement before the door slams closed. his heavy footsteps could still be heard as he descended the stairs.
After some time, I roll over and sit up against the headboard. Looking down at my legs, I sob at the sight, my hot tears coming down like rain.
Blood was everywhere.
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"You know," he began, stopping only to clear his throat, "many little girls would appreciate their daddy for showing them love, affection, and attention. You have begun to neglect me, and I'm a bit irritated."
I simply stare up at him with cold, vacant eyes. "You know, most dads don't rape their daughters. I believe it's considered a felony."
He glared down at me. I know he won't do anything now. We were surrounded by witnesses, possible saviors for me. He had decided to take me back to school shopping, calling it a reward.
You were such a good girl for daddy last night.
When he said that, I wanted to throw up the food I ate back onto the breakfast table. I felt disgusted. Humiliated. And most of all, I felt helpless.
"Watch your mouth little bitch. I won't hesitate to show you what happens to bad girls when they act out. Do you want that?"
I quite shook my head no in disagreement.
"Speak up."
"No. I don't want that."
"What's my name?"
"..Daddy."
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Aribelle (BWWM)
RomanceAribelle /R-e-belle/ Noun 1. Beautiful bird 2. Achievements, the many over a lifetime The bird is the symbol of happiness, joy and love; it stands for power and strength. Achievements represent an act of ove...
