Happy Girls Are The Prettiest

Chapter 3: Scared

Warning: This next chaper contains severe amounts of child abuse.

"Annalise! You fucking bitch. You look just like your goddamn mother. You sicken me. You'll be a whore, just like her." My father yelled pulling me by my hair up the stairs.

It hurt so much but I knew better than to fight. If I fight, thing will just get worse. I'm now a helpless caged animal with no hope.

My father throws me into the bed throwing punch after punch to my sides. I can't breath. He laughs as I cry, begging him to stop. But he doesn't stop. It seems that the more I cry, the more enjoyment he gets out of hurting me.

He rips off my shirt leaving me feeling exposed. Stage one: the beating, over. Stage two: rape, in process.

He throws my sweats and underwear to the side before taking off his own pants. He forcibly spreads open my legs before thrusting himself in me. It hurts so much. I cry out begging him to stop.

My pleas seem to only encourage him as he picks you speed. I cry and cry as he takes me unwillingly. I just want him to go away.

As he finishes he stumbles off of me and out of the room. I lay there, defeated, unwilling to move.

My whole body is sore, I need to get up and into the shower now. I'm filthy, Im disgusting, I need to be clean.

I get up and shower off, letting the steam and hot water relax my muscles. Blood from my female part washes down the drain. I find it harder and harder to breath. Fuck. The bastard probably broke my God Damn ribs. I see the blade from my razor I tore apart and I see my escape. I make cut After cut, starting at my upper thigh, going all the way down, stopping just above my knee. Blood pours down the drain. I cut, but Im always careful. I don't cut too deep. I won't give that asshole the satisfaction of having broke me completely. When the blood stops I get off to dry myself off. I put on and anti-infectant before wrapping and taping my leg up in gauze. I've become experienced in first aid.

My breathing is labored still. It hurts like a bitch. I wince as I put on my PJ's and slip into bed. Fuck. It hurts.

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The next morning I get ready for school, not bothering to check the mirror. It's getting more and more difficult to breath my the second.

Blake came and sat next to me in Mr. Todd's class again. He looked over and studied me for a few minutes before speaking.

"Hey," he says simply

At this point the pain is almost unbearable. I want to talk to him- I just can't. Not without revealing that Im hurt.

"Did I do something to upset you?" Blake questioned

I slightly shook my head before wincing. I wish he'd leave me alone. Just this once.

"Annalise, talk to me." He demanded putting his hand on my shoulder. I flinched out of reflex then gasped out of pain from the sudden movement.

Blake eyes shot up and he looked at me with worry. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the class, ignoring the whispers from our peers. Once out of the classroom he picks me up bridal style.

"Please," I begged, "don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."

A dark look crossed over Blake's face as he took in what I said.

"Annalise, I would never hurt you. Im taking you to my mom."

"But she'll tell!" I exclaimed, desperate for him to realize How bad of an idea this was.

"Hush. I'm taking you to her. It's either here or the hospital. I'm sure you'd prefer her."

He slipped me in the front passenger seat of his car delicately. He turned the radio up to Nirvana's Come As You Are. Great. He's fucking gorgeous, he's caring, and has good taste in music.

After We got to his home he carried me once again, this time into his home. I flinched as he touched me, but he ignored it thankfully.

Once inside wrong were ambushed by his mother. "My lord child what have you done!" She exclaimed.

"Stairs," I said weakly

"Blake, go get me my supplied and leave them outside the room. Knock when you bring them." Theresa commanded.

"Yes ma'am," Blake replied rushing out

"Sweety, Im not stupid. I know this wasn't an accident. But I don't question you yet." She said pulling up my shirt.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at my bruised and swollen stomach. As she examined them gently, she kept looking at me, pity in her eyes.

"Well honey, looks like you got yourself a couple of broken ribs. Im gonna have to tape them up. Listen here, you have to be extra careful. It'll cause more damage in the long run. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. Careful? Ha. Funny. Not gonna happen. My father won't ease up on me for anything.

After taping me up she called in Blake. "Alright, I want you to take her up to your room and lay her down for a bit. I'll bring you some pain pills in a bit. In the meantime get some rest." Theresa ordered

For once in my life I didn't feel scared.