Merely Existing...

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"Ooh so sweet," he moaned with his head rested against my inner thigh lapping up his saliva, mixed with my immature, and involuntary juices from my sex. I was shaking in fear and panic. Moments ago I was sound asleep, dreaming of unicorns flying in the pink world in a place far from here when I heard my doorknob twist and turn. Causing me to jump out of my sleep. I had just fallen into a deep slumber from the festivities that unraveled today.

My mother bought a real live pony for my birthday party, to celebrate me turning 12, and getting good grades. I've always loved ponies, it was the most epic birthday party I've had in my life. I've gotten my hair silk-pressed the day before, which fell loosely around my shoulders. I remember being annoyed because Evan McDaniels, my mother's latest suitor was in attendance, probably the one who made this all possible. It was the fact that he kept eyeing me, licking his lips that made me queasy. I didn't let that ruin my day, I enjoyed watching the other kids eye me with envy when I opened my presents. Sure enough, when all was safe and sound, we were both in my bedroom unaware of the horror that would soon take place.

He reached to cup one of my very protruded, bulges we call breasts and groped it carelessly and aggressively while biting on my thigh. My eyes grew wide in fear. I felt my neatly wrap becoming undone, revealing strands of hair that escaped on both sides of my face and neck. I wanted to scream stop! I knew that would just make matters worst. I swatted his hand from my left tit and he made a grunt and slapped me so hard my face turned to the side. I reached up to feel the sting. Momma please, why did he have to stay the night? I asked myself over and over again silently. He unbuckled his belt and hurriedly removed it from around his waist. He lowered his pants along with his boxers and got on his knees, allowing his legs to dangle from the adolescent bed he was too big to fit.

Tears streamed down my face, as he spits right on the tip of his manhood and proceeded to enter me. I knew I wasn't virgin tight anymore as this has happened before over 5 times in my minor life. That was the first time this man Evan, decided to take advantage of me though. "Ssss" I made a hissing sound as he penetrated me causing me to move back, his penis was the biggest and it hurt like hell. "You like that ?" He asked me lusciously. "Ahhh, you feel so good, perfect for me baby." He said over and over. I wanted to rip my hair out of my scalp. I kept sniffling invisible boogers, feeling the tears make their way to my roots probably turning into a jungle by now.

I cried silently while my body was forced to move back and forth beneath his figure for what seemed like hours, but only lasted for 10 minutes. He let out an exuberant sigh of satisfaction close to my ear, as he finished himself off inside of me. I felt the warmth of his liquid traveling upwards and the pulsating jump of his dick letting me know he just released a bunch of microscopic miniature Evans within me. He didn't even have the decency to cum on my body like the rest so I can wash it off. The smell in the air was familiar, and I hated how sweet it smelled.

Is this what I have to look forward to, growing up? I questioned myself. I don't think I ever want anyone touching me the way he just did. As my thoughts were consuming me, Evan had already put his boxers on and was holding his jeans in a folded formation in his right arm. He kissed me harshly on the lips and whispered, "Good girl, sweet dreams...Ava bear." He headed out and closed my door behind him.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I could feel the salt on my face and heard my mother's bedroom door squeak. The nerve of this mother fucker! He did not just use me and go lay next to her as if he had been there the whole time. I sprung out of the bed quickly, ran into my bathroom, and flickered the light on. I examined the exterior surface of my cheek and see the bruise he left on my angelic, tear-streaked, pouted face. As expected the roots from my hair had started to turn natural again. Ugh! I hate him! I screamed to myself. I grabbed some tissue and wiped myself from the front to the back to clean away his encounter and flushed the toilet.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I whispered, "I have to kill him." I took one final glance and then quietly closed my bathroom door. I don't know how to kill though, do I put a pillow over his face? I asked myself. No, I'm undoubtedly not strong enough I answered. I envisioned all the ways I could take the light from his eyes. I found myself walking towards the kitchen, digging in the drawer I found the biggest butcher knife I could. I lightly inch my way towards my mother's room and opened the door. Soft breathing can be heard from them both as I watched their bodies heave up and down, for a minute. I made my way to his side of her bed muffled my breathing and pulled the covers up from over their heads. I locked eyes with my target and I shakily escorted the knife to his throat. Get a grip! I yelled to myself. I swallowed deeply and slid the blade about two inches deep across his neck, swiftly from the left to the right. Even in the darkness, I saw a dark liquid forming and start to seep through the off-white covers. What made my eyes grow wider in fear is that the mother fucker started to gargle opening his eyes in terror, reaching for his throat. The sounds of him dying, provoked my mother to jolt out of her deep sleep, rubbing her eyes to register the scene before her. "Ahhhhhhh" she shrieked in apprehension. Then silence.