cruel summer

Chapter 7

TW!! mentions of SA for this chapter please read cautiously.

Athena

After hurriedly gathering my things at Logan's and running out the door to my house I was greeted by my drunk asshole of a father at my house.

"Where have you been Eliza" my dad slurs my mothers name to me. My heart drops and the mention of her name. My dad stares in my direction like he's never seen me before, like I'm worth nothing to him. I learnt the hard way that I'm not.

"It's not Eliza, it's Athena Dad. Your daughter" I say as my voice cracks. My lips trembling because I know all too well what's about to happen.

He gets like this sometimes when he's day drinking, he forgets who I am and thinks I'm mum.  He begins to yell at me and think she's cheating. It breaks my heart all over again when I have to explain where mum is. Gone.

"My little girl is a child not a whore" he spits in my face before grabbing my hair and slamming me into the wall. I cry out in pain feeling a ringing in my head. My skull is pounding and I can't hear anything.

"Dad! Please stop..." I half whisper half yell through the pain.

But he doesn't stop, he never stops.

The last thing I remember is his foot landing on my face. Then nothing. Just darkness.

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I could feel the pain throughout my body before I ever opened my eyes. He hadn't stopped after I passed out, I could feel several places that were hurt that he didn't touch while I was awake. This made me more nervous. How long will it take before he breaks a bone? Or people start to notice.

As I was gaining consciousness I realised I was still on the kitchen floor splayed out looking half dead. He had just used me as a punching bag and left me on the floor.

I reached for the side of the island and pulled myself up into a sitting position so I could gain some strength to go upstairs and lock myself away. I had no intention of seeing that man for a good few days, it hurts because he's still my dad and I don't understand how he got so ugly so fast.

My heart dropped as my heart started beating a million times a minute, I realised something. My underwear had been pulled to my ankles, I was completely exposed. My top had been ripped of my body laying next to me. I was just in my sports bra.

There was blood pooling on the floor where I was sat. My mind started racing I didn't want to believe it, not this. Please god not this.

It didn't take long to figure out what had happened. The ache between my legs became more prominent and before I had time to process I felt bile vise to my throat and I throw up whatever content was in my stomach, I honestly think I was dry heaving. I couldn't see or feel anything. I was sobbing between heaves. Screaming out but there was no sound coming out my mouth, I was completely numb.

It all started slowly coming back to me, he thought I was mum. Did he ever do that to her?

The last bit of my heart there was left to crack was gone. And I was empty.

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It was two days later. I hadn't spoken or seen anyone. I had stayed locked in my room for the past 46 hours.

After I emptied out my stomach, probably my liver, I had walked to the nearest store and brought the plan B pill. I really didn't need to find out conformation of what he had done. I'd rather just be safe, then forget this ever happened.