The One (17+ Mature Readers Only!!)[ongoing]

Chapter Seven: Little girl

WARNING ⚠️ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLINCE, ALCOHOL ABUSE, AND SEXUAL ASSAULT!

     It's hard living in a house without my mother, I miss her so much. I miss her cooking because dad never makes us food. He'd usually order us food while he hangs out with his friends or most of the time never comes home, leaving me to provide food for Miguel and myself. Mom, Miguel and I would normally sit at the dinner table together while we pray before we eat, now we just eat in our rooms and call it a day. Miguel hasn't been speaking to me much. He and I weren't super close siblings but I loved my little brother and I'd do anything for him even if it meant fighting for him. 

     As long as I can remember dad never spent much time with Miguel, since he was a baby but when I was a little girl we played a lot in the backyard. We used to play all kinds of games but my favorite was playing pretend princess and pirates. I obviously was the princess and my dad was a pirate. He'd find an old cardboard box from the garage and turned it into a castle and my old bicycle into his Pirate ship. But months after that my dad got a new job to help provide for our family and he worked late nights while my mom stayed home with me and Miguel. One midnight I was in bed, awoken from my sleep by screaming from my mother. I made it far enough downstairs to see my mother on the couch crying with her brown hair which was in a bun now a mess with her sleeve half off and her panties pulled down to her ankles. Meanwhile my father was on top of her with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants unzipped. My mom was crying and screaming for her life as she was pushing and kicking my father off of her. "NO! STOP IT! PLEASE IT HURTS" she said. "Hold still and let me fuck you like the whore you are" my father grunted as he continued to rape  and beat her. 

     I couldn't believe my eyes, I turned quickly to go back to bed but I slipped on my way up the Stairs and knocked over one of Miguel's baby rattles. It fell down and my father quickly locked eyes with mine. I ran as fast as I could. "DON'T HURT HER SHE'S A LITTLE GIRL" my mother screamed. He pulled one of my pigtails and dragged me down the stairs into the living room. He slapped me across the face as if I was a 30 year old man. My mother slammed a bottle of alcohol that my dad had finished across his head. The second he fell to the ground she grabbed Miguel and I and ran out the house as far as she could. Soon she called the police and had him arrested. He lost his job and I've never seen him since…. until recently.

        "Miguel, do you have homework? You know mom is not going to like that you are failing your classes" I said. "Shut the hell up cori!. Mom isn't with us anymore, we live with dad now and he doesn't give a shit about us or my damn grades" he said angrily, he slammed his door in my face and locked it. "What am I going to do?"I thought to myself as I slid in the corner of the hallway. I gave up at this point trying to communicate with my dad because every time I try to ask when he's going shopping for food or what time he will get home I usually get "whenever I say so" from him, but I didn't have a job and I needed money for myself so I called Mary-kate but she seemed to be tight on money since her parents cut her off of her allowance for getting into a fight at church. Then i remembered that I still have one person I could call for money, someone who knows my situation and doesn't mind helping me and my brother out. "Hello? Brandon...can I ask you a favor?".