Restoring Hope

3. here goes nothing❤️‍🩹

Kaliyah P.O.V
⚠️Slight Talk Of Sexual Assault⚠️

"Hey babygirl," John says as he roughly pulls me closer to him. His breath stinks of beer and cigarettes. He smokes so much that his teeth is brown. John is a 45 year old pervert and pedophile who's married. He has no kids, thank God, and a beautiful wife. Yet, he gets off on messing with kids and innocent girls, it's really a shame.

I struggle against him which only causes him to wrap his arm around my waist and forcefully pull my back to his front. "Don't act like you don't like it. You do this type of stuff all the time, don't you whore." He whispered in my right ear. Was he trying to be.....seductive? Perverts will never be seductive.

I yank away from him and slap him in his face. "Does your wife know that your here trying to force yourself on innocent girls." I ask angrily. "Don't you dare slap my friends whore." Dad said making his way to me. Once he was within arm length he back handed me.

Damn I should've ducked.

The slap whips my head to the side and I take a second to gather myself. "Now you behave yourself and do as he pleases." Dad said. Wow he actually said a complete sentence- order- to me without insulting me. "Fucking whore." Never mind.

My arm is grabbed again and I turn my head to face John smiling creepily at me. I wouldn't call it a smile though, he barely has any teeth left. "You heard your daddy slut, you're supposed to please me so get on your knees." John said. I say a quick prayer and let out a strong, "No." My dad quickly turns around and starts walking back to me.

"Ahnt ahnt I got this Travis." John said to my dad while holding his hand up to stop him. John harshly yanks my hair down making me fall to the floor and on my hands and knees. He bends down and whispers, "C'mon babygirl, remember all that fun we had last time? When you played hard to get so I had to be aggressive and forceful because you misbehaved slut? I'm sure you don't want a repeat of last time. Now get to work." He says standing back up to full height while still aggressively grasping my hair as he starts to undo his belt.

Please God, not again.

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I get up off the couch and immediately throw up on the floor. Last night was the worst ever. Putting some tea on for my sore throat, I limp to my room to clean myself up. Opening the door to my room I find all my clothes thrown on the floor all cut up and bleached. On my bed was a note that read, "Next time don't starve me bitch." I swear I'm going to kill Mia.

Walking back out my room and slamming- yes slamming my door- I bust into Mia's room to see her riding a guy with her back faced toward me. Walking up to her I roughly pull her hair causing her to fall off the bed then I start prettying her face with my fist.

By now the guy is in his boxers running out the house while Mia is screaming for me to stop and for help. Dad barges in with an extension cord and starts whipping my back. Screaming out in pain, I let go of Mia's hair causing her head to hit the floor hard. Mia jumps up and jumps on top and starts slapping me while dad continues whipping me.

30 seconds in, I feel a sharp pain in my side. I grab my side only to feel something plunged into it...a knife? Looking up I see mom staring at me with pity in her eyes and her hands shaking as she stares at what she did. Dad and Mia stop and stare at the blood gushing out of my side. "I'm so sorry." Mom starts to apologize before dad pushes her out the room. "Just shut up we need to leave, NOW!" All three of them run downstairs and I hear my dads truck crank up. They're just gonna leave me here to bleed out and die? Not surprising.

Sucking up the pain I make it downstairs. I still stink from last night but that's not what matters right now. Grabbing my keys, purse, and first aid kit I make it to my car. I start driving and then realize I don't know where I'm going. Should I go to Marty's? Or maybe Jasmine's?

Jasmine is- was- my best friend. We used to be so close until Jace died, after Jace passed I stopped talking to everyone, including her. She would always try to reach out to me but I was too depressed to speak to anyone and on top of that my parents were beating me. Praying for the best, I pull into her drive way. I knock on the door and wait for it to open.

"Hello, how may-" Jasmine cuts herself off when she sees me and just stares at me. I stare back with sad eyes, I've missed her so much. Apparently she missed me too and she shows it by pulling me into a big hug. I slightly wince in pain but nonetheless hug my bestie back. She pulls away and holds me at arms length by my shoulders while she takes in my appearance. Her eyes widen dramatically "Oh my God Liyah what happened to you???"

I shake my head at her not wanting to tell her this way. She nods understandingly and pulls me into her house to patch me up. "You can use my shower honey, and of course borrow some clothes. Try not to get that bandage wet." Jasmine tells me as she walks out the bathroom closing the door so I can shower. Jasmine has a walk in closet in her bathroom, she's rich. Her mom is the number one surgeon in the country, which is how she knew how to stitch me up, while her dad owns businesses and multiple hotels. She's the only child and her parents adore her. Unlike mine.

Hopping out the shower I throw on one of her oversized shirts and some leggings. Opening the bathroom door I see Jasmine sitting on her bed with food layed out for us. "I ordered some pizza and honey bbq wings, I remember they were your favorite....I don't know if they still are." She says shyly, motioning to all the food on her bed. I pull her into a hug and kiss her cheek, thanking her.

"So are you going to tell me what happened to you?"

Sighing I think to myself. Well here goes nothing.

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