Canary /Discontinued/

Chapter 7

Warning:
This chapter contains attempted rape and physical abuse.

If you're unsettled by such than please skip until the part marked by an hourglass.
You have been warned.
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Narrators POV:

The bristles of the toothbrush continuously brushed against the irritated area, but the girl was in too much of a turmoil to notice the pain.

She wanted to get rid of this taste for the rest of her existence.

She knew that John moving in with them was a bad idea.
She knew he'll continue on with his assaults.
And yet, here she was, locked in her own bathroom trying to hold back her sobs.

Johnny boy was living with them by a month now.

Well, well, well...
Unsurprisingly he made a move as soon as her mother was out of the house.

'Grabbed my hair and pushed me down' she thought along as crybaby sang.

It reminded her of the events from just a few minutes ago.

John became impatient, he forced her jaw open and tried to get a blowjob.

Upon contact, she bit down on his member instinctively.

'I can taste your skin in my teeth'

This earned her a slap that sent her tumbling to the ground, but boy was he not done yet.

He tried getting on top of her to finally satisfy his urges.

She struggled in his hold as he ripped her shirt exposing more of the poor, trembling girls skin.

As, he lowered his head to make a mark she took the opportunity and knocked her own skull against his.

As soon as he reeled back due to the sudden pain she shoved him with all her might and sprinted into her room locking the door.

Still feeling unsafe and tainted she rushed into her bathroom.
The more doors that separate them the better it is she thought.

  
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As, the metallic taste of blood soon met her taste buds she was knocked out of her trance.

It would have been a lucky thing for her had she not started to hear the sound of a body slamming itself against her bedroom door over Melanie's voice.

The girl spit out the bloody mixture from her mouth before quickly creeping into her room to grab as many of her belongings as possible.

The hinges moaned with every collision as the girl started shoving clothes into her bag.
She wasn't sure how long the door will be able to hold him back.

As, fear clouded her mind even further she decided on a whim that it was time to leave.

She hurried over to the window with her stuff and without sparing a glance back she jumped.

Soon she landed on the dead grass decorating the front yard and took off in a jog.

She wasn't sure where she was going, all she knew was that the further that place is the better.

As, the area she was so familiar with was taken over by a foreign scenery she slowed her steps down.

The houses here seemed to be in a better state than the ones in her district.
Aside from that she noted the many playgrounds, offices and bars.