Aribelle (BWWM)

13. Miserable

'Cause you love me, and you hate me

use your body to sedate me

and you make me fucking crazy

you make me miserable..

                                           - Jxdn

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Aribelle

After that first night three months ago, there have been many more to follow. He never let me breathe anymore. I felt like an animal at the zoo. Caged and isolated in the small quarters of my room, with no access to the outside world, with no other kids my age to see or play with ever again. No way out of the hell I've been reduced to.

He likes to call it playtime. As if I was a child. 

"Aribelle let's play." 

That's what he would say, at the same time every night. At first, I would attempt to hide. Under my bed, in the closet, in Joy's room. But it only made him angrier when I hid. And if he was mad, he was rough. And the longer it took for him to find me, the angrier he was and the more it hurt.

The more I was hurt. The harder it was to get up. To stand. To walk. To breathe.

My fairytale life had ended. I was no longer the princess, I was the peasant. A harlot to be used for sexual gratification. 

He still liked when I called him daddy, you know. He got off on the word every single night.

Makes me wonder if he would get off at the thought of me saying it all of these years. When I was barely old enough to understand what sex was. When I looked up to him as my savior, my king, and my father. 

I wonder if he ever loved me as a father would love his daughter. Or if he just wanted to train me, prep me for the day when he was ready to take away my innocence. The day he believed I would be old enough for him.

As I lay there, in my bed, staring aimlessly up at my ceiling. I watch as the sun's light dimmed more and more throughout the day until soon I was surrounded by the darkness of the night. The moon illuminated a path to the door of my room. 

I hear it creak open, and I know what time it is. I don't look at him, I don't move. I stare up at my ceiling and allow him to do what he has done for the past three months since my birthday.

"Aribelle let's play."

I'm fucking miserable.

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Anddddddd the bad vibes just keep on going. Sorry y'all but there flashback chapters are important to how I want to get up my story. Please don't be mad. But as always, with one of these chapters, we must follow up with a present day chapter. I'm not sure if I'll publish it today or tomorrow depending on how much a wrote and the flow of ideas I have. Thanks for reading!

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