Alpha Anthony

Prologue

I laid quietly in bed waiting. Tonight it would happen again and there was nothing I could do about it. I held my arms to my chest under the old tattered cover hoping it made me look fat and distasteful. Dark raven locks were going everywhere, half upon my face hoping to add to the look.

 My eyes were closed, faking sleep but open just enough as too see the door leading out of my bedroom. I know it's silly, He'll do it anyway. Still, however I hope that It will look too much of a beast for tonight. At 3:00 am on the dot I hear the heavy footsteps down the hall. I even out my breaths and send prayers to god for protection, all of which went unanswered.

The door opens quietly, slowly. He doesn't want to wake mother up. Not that it matters. She would pretend he's using the bathroom, that all is good in the house, before falling back to a sweet dreamed sleep. I listen as his steps become louder as he approaches the bed. The dip of his weight as he crawls into my bed, enough of a promise of what is too come, and with a crushed heart I accept it.

 Why fight a never ending battle? It's just easier to pretend you are somewhere else, doing something else. Fantasy will always be better then reality. I smell him before I see him. The strong stench of cigarette smoke and sex reach me, alerting me of what is next.

His fingers glaze my forehead, gliding the hair from my face towards my back, almost in a loving matter, But he his not loving, he is a monster. To him I am a lover, To me he's not even worthy of the word "father". He's touch repels me, and I shiver in disgust. Realizing I can not prolong it anymore I open my eyes. Taking the time to make sure every once of empty hollow feeling is shown throw my eyes I look into his. One day these eyes will haunt him, just as his haunt me.

As always he ignores it and continue on with what he came here to do. His hands Begin to roam, to search for a spot that makes me show my amount of pleasure. There Is none to show. About 5 minutes later he grows bored and turns to himself working his way up, he knows I will never do it. Finally when he is ready he turns me onto my stomach. It's easier if we do not look at each other.

 Before he begins however he leans down till his warm foul breath reaches my ear and ever so deep and quietly he whispers, "Happy 15th Birthday Alexis" and with those bitter words he enters, while I allow my thoughts to take me else where, to ignore the now and focus on a "what if" fantasy, Because In that place there is no pain, no hurt, and no scars. Only love, and In that place, I am loved. Loved by a man that is so perfect he simply can not exist. He erases the pain, and makes me smile, if only for a short while. In this place his warmth is all I'll ever know. Simply because, He is mine.