Broken

Chapter: Two

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"Yes, Hi Nancy it's me Kyle. I'm just calling to let you know that Ryder O'Conner won't be in school today." My dad's voice wavers from in front of my door, and I can't help but to curl up into a ball.

"No he's got the twenty-four hour virus, he's feeling horrible. Yes of course. . .no thanks, bye Nancy." Twenty-four hour virus my ass.

I think and try to lift as much pressure from my bottom half, but the pain still rockets up and down my spine. "Ryder. . .it's daddy, I'm coming in." He says and the nob twists.

No. . .please don't–not right now. His face pops into the room, and I stare at his dark brown hair and green eyes. . .my eyes.

He was good looking, I looked just like him. I couldn't even look at myself without getting sick.

"How are you uh. . .feeling?" He asks and a tear runs out of my now squeezed eyes. I couldn't stand to look at him. . .at an older me. Go away, d-don't touch me—runs through my mind as his feet thump against my hardwood floor.

"Ryder–I. . .I'm sorry." He whispers and I open my eyes slowly to see his disheveled appearance. "I–you. . .oh god." He croaks and his knees hit the floorboards.

"Baby boy I didn't mean too, y-you just look so much like her. I-I didn't. . .I couldn't tell the difference and I -I." He couldn't tell the difference? Are you fucking kidding me!

He reaches for my hand, but I flinch away from his touch. "Don't. Touch. Me–please!" I beg as he grabs my hand anyway. "Ryder I'm sorry!"

He moans out in pain and I break down along with him, because I want to forgive him, but I also want him to take his filthy hands off of me. "I'm so sorry. . .baby b-boy—daddy's so so sorry." He whimpers.

Just those three little words has me crumbling, but I know he's not.

He knew what he was doing! "Please–g-get away from me." I beg and try to move as far back as I can get. I need to get away–I can't do this anymore. It's all my fault. . .

"D-don't leave me. . .I need you! You're all I have left—please." He whispers and I try my hardest not to breakdown. He does this every time he raises his hand to me. He begs. . .

He cries and apologizes for his actions because he regrets them. But never has he ever went as far as to-to rape me. "No y-you don't need me. . .you never needed me. I needed you. . .I need you dad." I say between hiccups and his watery green eyes close tightly.

"But you were there and it was you who I needed rescuing from. Daddy why. . ." The sorrow leaks through all my pores and my chest hurts along with my stomach. Just the thought of him near me makes me sick.

Why why why why. . . Repeats over and over again, but it's like he can't come up with another answer. He's stuck between a rock and a high place.

"I've already told you—" he says and I nibble my bottom lip.

"You're lying. . ." A lump forms in my throat at the angry glare he points my way, but it softens as he sees the fear.

"I won't ever do it again. . .I swear. I was drunk Ryder and I wasn't t-thinking. I'll stop drinking if that's what you want—just don't leave me!" He cries and pulls me into his chest. Pain. . .