I walked up to the front door and stopped.
I knew what I was going to do I just had to gain the courage to do it first.
I took a deep breath and walked inside the living room. It was quiet so he must still be asleep.
I went over to the living room closet and grabbed the metal bat. Right when it touched my hands I winced. Still remembering when he beat me with it.
I lifted up my shirt to look at my stomach. Yep still bruised.
I was about to go up to his room when someone grabbed me by my hair I screamed out in pain.
"What do you think your doing with my bat," he whispered right next to my ear.
I hated that voice it gives me the chills. That voice has haunted me every night in my dreams for the past 10 years (did I mention I'm 16).
He brought me out of my thoughts by pulling me back further.
"You killed my mother,"was all I said. I'm surprised at how strong my voice came out.
"What
That got me mad all my anger came rushing back to me and I whipped around not caring about how much it hurt when strands of my hair came out and were tangled in his fingers.
He looked surprised at my words.
I lifted the bat over my head and was about to swing when he snatched the bat. He turned it around on me and hit me in the face with it. I screamed out in horror as the bat made contact with my face.
He smiled that one cruel smile that I hated so much.
Then he did the one thing he hasn't done in a while.....
He raped me.
All I could do was struggle but it did no good because he was stronger than me.
I knew a lot of things so far, I knew my dad was mentally insane. I knew my dad was a rapist. I knew my dad was a murderer. But one thing I wasn't sure about was whether or not my dad was going to kill me after trying to hit him.
After he was done raping me i wanted to kill myself. I felt disgusting, unwanted, and unloved. It was kinda true now. The one person who truly did love me was dead now.
But I'm not giving up.
This mentally insane man murdered the last person who loved me. that set me off. Right now I was bleeding from my legs but I didn't care.
I jumped up but lost my balance slightly by how sore my legs were my jaw was killing me from when he hit me with the bat. He looked surprised that I was still willing to fight him.
I grabbed the bat he set aside while raping me. I swung at him and hit him in the stomach. He hunched over while grabbing his stomach. I hit him in the back and he fell but quickly recovered and stood up. When I looked in his eyes they were pitch black in anger. I gasped the bat was resting on my feet so I picked it up and swung upward. It hit a place where the sun definitely does not shine, I was quite proud. He grabbed his "package" while falling to his knees.
"Let's see how you like it," with that I lifted the bat onto my shoulder and swung at his face with all my power. It ended up knocking him over.
He slowly got to his feet. I was watching his every move, waiting for him to make his move. When he didn't move I set down the bat.
What a stupid move that was!
He lunged at me and knocked me flat on my back knocking the air out of me in the process. he sat on top of me and pinned me down.
"You think you can just get away with beating me......... I think not"
"You started this I'm gonna finish it"
Stupidest words I've ever said.
He grabbed me by my hair and started punching me in the face over and over. He then got off me after exactly 24 punches to my face and walked into the kitchen. After 5 minutes in the kitchen he walked back in the living room with an armful of supplies. He had a broken champaign glass, a frying pan, a hammer, some nails,and of coarse his one and only metal bat. I was wondering what he was gonna do with all this when he started walking towards me with that stupid cruel smile.
"Uh-oh this is not happening" I said.
"Oh yes it is sweety," he whispered.
He then grabbed me by my arm flipped me over on my stomach ripped my shirt in half and grabbed the champaign glass.
Oh no he hasn't done this in the last 4 years. That's when I started to really struggle.
" NO!NO!NOT AGAIN," I screamed.
"Oh yes again honey again" he said.
He then slowly but deeply dragged the champaign glass up and down my back.
He was drawing a picture like he always does while I'm screaming through it. He acts like he's just using a pencil and drawing like toddler. He never acts like he's cutting his own daughters back up. Blood was running all down my sides and I could do nothing about it. After he finished his picture he grabbed the hammer and nails.
I had no clue what he was going to do. But I knew it wasn't going to be good.
He then grabbed my hand and placed it on the ground. I finally figured out what he was going to do.
He set a nail on top of my finger and slowly but painfully nailed each of my fingers into the ground. Then he used the back of the hammer to slowly pull each nail out of my fingers. While I'm screaming bloody murder over here. When he was done he took the frying pan and hit me in the back of the head with it with that said I passed out.
When I woke up I looked at the clock on the wall and realized I had 2 hours to get ready for school.
It has been a really long weekend.
I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My bruises don't look to bad I can cover them up with a little bit of make-up.
I jump in the shower wash my hair really good because I have dry blood in my hair from last night. I wrap my fingers up with some bandage tape. I dry my hair and body. I walk over to my small broken dresser. I grab some ripped skinny jeans with an I <3 New York v-neck. I sneak downstairs very quietly I don't see my dad anywhere and with that I rush out the front door and start my walk to school.
