"I don't have feelings for him." I lied to my father. He looked me up and down, disgust on his face. Greyson clenched his jaw.
"Get out." He raised his voice from the corner.
"Excuse me?" My father looked back at Greyson. Is he crazy? Greyson has...
Sometimes, the world throws shit at you. You have to deal with it. If you don't, more consequences can come.
Alcohol. He reeks of alcohol. The pain burns through my whole body as he hits again.
"Papa please! Sto-" I am interrupted as he kicks me in the ribs. Bitch. That one is going to leave a bruise.
"You are worthless." He kicks me again.
"You are stupid, and worthless." He spits at me.
"Get ready for the ball." He walks out, leaving me on the floor. I try to push myself off the ground and fail. My head is bleeding. I don't feel so good...
My eyes start to close. The last thing I hear is the front door opening and footsteps.
An hour later
I wake up in my bed. My head is pounding. I look at the time. 4:09 p.m. Shit. The ball.
I get out of bed and head into the bathroom connected to my room. I check my phone.
Mom Hey sweetie, I found you on the kitchen floor. We don't have to talk about it, but we are leaving at 6. Be ready. Love you
I sigh. She knows that dad hurt me, but if she tried to stop it, he would do the same to her. I can't let her get hurt because of me.
I start to get undressed as I turn the shower on. I look in the mirror. Dried blood is on my forehead, and my t-shirt is stained. I pull my shirt over my head.
Stepping into the shower, the water burns my body. I start to wash my hair while getting lost in my thoughts.
The ball will be filled with perverts. I grew up around men. Men can be terrifying.
Once when I was 15, I walked downstairs into the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with adults. Grown men. I slowly walk to the fridge. Facing towards the shelves, a hand sneaks around my waist.
"Hey pretty thing." A husky voice whispers.
I jump and turn around. His fingers tighten around my waist and I wince in pain. I have bruises there from last night.
I get a good look at his face. He looks to be around 50. That's disgusting.
"Please get your hands off me." I say while trying to pull away.
"C'monnn, let me have some fun." He grins. Half his teeth are missing. Help.
"Mom!" I shout.
My father walks in the room.
"Papa help! Mi sta toccando!" (He is touching me)
"Stai zitto. Sei fastidioso. Lascia che si diverta. Starai bene. Alla fine imparerai!" He shouts at me. (Shut up. You are annoying. Let him have his fun. You will be fine. You will learn eventually.)
The old man pulls my arm and yanks me to the couch. "Be still for me." He says grinning.
I stare at the shower floor.
I need to get ready.
I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I walk to the sink. Staring at my reflection, I hate what I see. I brush my teeth, and start drying ny hair.
My hair is naturally straight so I just let it stay the way it dried. Walking into my room, I go to my vanity. I turn on the light and sit down.
My makeup didn't take long. I don't like a lot of makeup, so I just applied mascara and lip gloss. With the towel still around my body, I walk into my closet.
My family has never struggled with money. I have so many dresses, some I have never worn. I look through a rack, while finding one I like. I put my underwear on. Eh- no bra.
I put the dress on and look in the mirror.
Not gonna lie, I look hot. The dress hugs my every curve. I look for my favorite pair of heels and check the time.
5:58 p.m.
Shit. Papa is going to be pissed.
I quickly put knives under my dress, by the slit. Hidden by the fabric. I need to be safe.
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Riley's dress ^
*** a/n Okayyyy- sooo- first chapter!!! This chapter is kinda short because I just needed a backstory. word count: 677
