My Story

Chapter Sixty

Two weeks had pasted by and school was almost over. My work on the computer was nice, but if I stared at the screen too long my head would start hurting like I was sensitive to seeing the screens light.
"Sébastien!" I yelled for him.
He wasn't far from me. He was in our room. He couldn't really stream today because of the way I've been feeling, the headaches, I kept feeling nauseous.
"What baby?"
"I still don't feel good. I want more medicine."
"I can't give you more it's only been an hour."
"But I feel awful."
"Then take a break from school. You'll be fine just come lay down with me."
"I have to finish this."
"Baby you can finish it later. You need to relax a bit and you'll feel better."
I closed my laptop and raised my arms so Sébastien can pick me up.
He smiled shaking his head; picking me up bridal style. He walked to our bedroom and I started feeling horrible.
"Sébastien, put me down." I said panicked.
"Why, we're almost there."
"Baby put me the fuck down!" I yelled and he did what I said. I ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. I sat on the floor and leaned against the wall.
"You okay, baby?"
I shook my head and started crying.
"I feel horrible and I don't know why." I told him.
"Do you want to try eating something. I can't give you more medicine." He leaned against the door frame looking at me. I shook my head again.
"I don't want any food."
"Baby, you're throwing up you might need food. You're probably just throwing up because of the medicine. You haven't eaten anything."
"Sébastien I don't feel like eating I feel so nauseous.... I just want to continue throwing up." I cried.
"I'm going to get you cleaned up, okay baby? Im going to make you some food you don't have to eat all of it. You can take one bite and I'll be happy with that."
I nodded and he grabbed a towel wetting it and cleaned my mouth. I crawled over to the bed and Sébastien literally lifted me up.
"I'll be back baby." He kissed my head and left the room.

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I can only take so much of this.
"Daddy, stop you are hurting me."
"It's meant to. You got me locked up bitch and on top of that you were with another man. He couldn't possibly treat you as good as I can."
"You're wrong. He treats me way better" I sobbed out. "He makes me feel loved and you can't tell me he doesn't, because he doesn't hurt me."
I heard a strange noise from my dad. It didn't sound too good.
"No. A man is me he is just a pathetic boy. I'm a man that can treat you right. I'm your father after all."
"You're not my father." I said.
He slapped me
"Excuse me I am your father I'm the reason you were ever born. You filthy slut."
"I wish you never were my father and I'm not a slut." I yelled.
"You're just like your mother. And that guy you were with just wants you for your body."
"No he doesn't. He's nothing like you he's a good man and I love him with every bit of my heart. You say he's not a man but he is one he doesn't hurt me like you do, no, he protects me, he makes me feel safe. Way safer than you ever did." I yelled at him. "I want to go back to him I need him."
"You don't need anyone but me! You are going to do what I say from now on and right now I want you to take all your clothes off . Daddy wants to see his beautiful little slut."

I started doing what I was told and tears were coming down my face. I don't want to be here. Why and I here? How did he get out?
"Now listening hear I'm going to make you feel so good you'll forget about that boy." He said running his hand over my ass.
"No please."

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"Please don't." I sat up waking up from that nightmare. I wiped tears away and got out of bed running out the door, downstairs to the kitchen where Sébastien was.
"Baby." I said crying.
"Mirana what's wrong?" He said turning the stove off. I ran to him and hugged him. I could feel him rubbing my back with one hand and the other was rested on the back of my head.
"I don't want to go back to sleep."
"Sleep?" Sébastien questioned.
"I fell asleep and had a horrible dream."
"You had a whole ass dream in seven minutes?"
"Seven?"
"Baby are you okay?"
"No I just had an awful dream about my dad."
"Oh no. Are you okay?"
"Now I am." I told him what had happened. As he just listened his eyes just showed a whole lot of anger and it scared me.
"Baby? Why do you look like that?"
"Your food is on the stove I have to go." He said grabbing his keys and walking out the door.
I heard his car turn on and heard the sound of his car driving away. Some boyfriend he is. He left me all alone in this big ass house.

Asshole.