Sometimes It Happens ( In the process of being edited)

I open my eyes slowly to see the bright, beautiful sun shining in my room. I look around my room carefully, I spot a figure in the corner of my room, by my door. My eyes open widely when I figure out the figure is my dad. I sit up slowly as he walks closer and closer to my bed.

His face inches from mine, stares directly into my eyes. I see hatred in his eyes, no love for me, his daughter, what's so ever.

"Hello Adriana." My father said so quietly but in a rude tone. I knew what was going to happen.

I stutter as I speak nervously to him. "Ho-how long were you standing there?"

"Oh, long enough." He said in a creepy voice. He climbs up onto my lap and starts kissing my neck. I put my hands on his chest and push him off. He almost falls off the bed. He got very angry. He climbed back on top of me and grabbed me by my throat. "You little bitch!" He starts choking me. I rap my hands around his wrist and try unwinding his fingers from my neck.

"St-stop!" I begged. He laughed a crazy laugh.

"Then let me!" He said almost yelling. I started to cry.

"Okay" I say loudly, speaking through tears. I talk quieter."Okay."

He unwraps his fingers and starts kissing me, making out. He bites my bottom lip hard trying to get me to open my mouth. I did. He starts playing with my tongue. I cry harder. He rips my clothes off of me, literally, then he takes off his carefully. He rapes me. 

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I wake up, naked, laying on my back slanted in my bed. I was sweating like crazy. I tried to remember why I was naked. I pondered, thought deeply, finally remembering what happened. Tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I slowly get out of bed and walk to my dresser to grab my robe. I go into the kitchen and find my mom sitting at the table, staring blankly out the window. I sighed then looked at the clock on the stove. 10:59 p.m. I have to be at work at 11:15. I walk quickly to my room so I wouldn't be late but, I was also hiding from my dad.

He stops me in the hallway, giving me a terrible stare down.

"Why are you walking so quickly?" He asked. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, I stared at my feet.

"I-I don't want to be late fo-for work." I spoke nervously.

He raised his fist and punched me in the eye. I hit my forehead on the wall and fall to the floor. I cover my head knowing what was going to happen next. He started kicking me in the stomach and rips. I started silently crying.

After a few minutes he stopped because he was out of breath. He walks away and I lay on the floor letting thousands of tears fall down my cheeks. I sniff then stand up. I could barley walk. Limping to my room, I change into a light blue tank top and white skinny jeans. I leave my hair alone because it was naturally wavy and brown, cute. I put on eye liner and mascara.

I climb out my window and limp to work. By the time I got to work, it was 11:29. When I walked in, Rose looked at me and dropped the plate she was holding, shattering it on the hard cement floor. I limp to the waiters station and grab my pad and pencil. I look at my tear soaked face in the mirror. Rose, angry, walks over to me quickly. She whispers sternly.

"What the hell happened? Please don't say he laid a hand on you again! I will call the fucking police!"

I grabbed her arm tightly and squeezed it. I was scared for my life.

"You know you can't do that unless you want to see my face on the news saying I'm fucking dead!" She had tears building up in her eyes. She nodded her head meaning she understood.

"Please loosen your grip." Rose said sadly. "You're hurting my arm." I let go of her arm and limp away to start my first order.

"Hi, welcome to... uhh, welcome to...." I couldn't think straight. More tears spilled from my eyes. Rose came up to my table.

"I got this Adrienne. Why don't you go to the bathroom and clean up." I push her back a little.

"I got this." I said in a sad, unhappy, crying voice. The guy at the table gave me a confused look

"Uhhh, are you sure? You can't even remember what this restaurant is called." He said in a surprised voice.

"Can I just take your order?" I asked.

"What happened to your eye?" He asked concerned.

"That's not on the menu." I said cockily. He laughed a little bit. I look at him.

He was gorgeous. He was tan with black hair. His eyes were Hersey brown and gorgeous. His teeth were perfectly straight and white. He was beautiful. He ruined my train of though by speaking.

"I just wanted to know what happened to your eye." He asked in a quiet, sweet, voice. I cleared my throat.

"Well, if you must know," I said. "I fell and hit my eye on the counter corner." He looked at me in disbelief.

"How stupid do you think I am?" He asked very surprisingly. I looked into his eyes, then at the table and back in his eyes.

"Very if you don't believe me." He raised an eyebrow at me and then cleared his throat.

"Look, lady, if you got an abusive boyfriend, go ahead and tell me. I don't know him and I don't know you so I can't go beating the shit out of him no matter how much I want to." I looked at him surprised.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I told you I fell so take it or leave it." He nodded at my rudeness. "Now I have other tables to wait so what are you ordering?" I was talking to the poor guy rudely but, he pissed me off so I didn't care.

"I'll have a coffee. Black." He said." I nodded then walked away. I went to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee. I walked back to his table, careful not to spill it. I set it down and a little over flowed and splashed the table. I sigh and grab my washcloth to clean it. The boy puts his hand on mine.

I stop scrubbing and look into his eyes.

"It's okay. Don't get worked up." He said calmly and gently. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it a few seconds later, speechless. I moved my hand quickly because the touch reminded me too much of my dad. I start crying and run into the bathroom.

Rose taps on the door.

"Go away!" I yelled. Rose sighed.

"Adrienne, please open the door. Lets talk, sweetie." I shook my head even though she couldn't see it.

"Go away. I'm not coming out. I rather die!" I heard Rose sniff.

"Go home, Adriana. Get some rest... if you can." She talked a little quieter trying not to disturb the customers. I opened the door and walked away quickly. She grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Be careful. Kay?" She said with a shaky voice. I nodded. I walk out the restaurant and head home, slowly. The sky was dark and the streets were dim. There was barely any street lights out. I keep walking home anyway.

As I walk I heard boots dragging, hitting pebbles as they swept the ground. I turn around and see a black figure behind me. I was a little scared but I kept walking. 

**********************************************Author's Note: What do you guys think so far? How does the boy sound? How does the dad sound? How could he do that to his own daughter? Crazy shit! Get ready for some more crazy action in part 2!! Enjoy :)