The Stripper

Nightmares

I was eating cereal with my sister, when my dad dragged me to a dark room, with only a bed.

"Just lie down and let him do what he wants."

"What, no dad." He slapped me and threw me in the room.

The man in the room grabbed me and threw me unto the bed.

"Dad? Why are you doing this to me again?" I cried out and fought as the man took off my clothes. I kicked him in the stomach and he boxed me in the face, I could feel my skin cutting on the cheek. I fought him but it didn't work, by the time I really caught what was happening he was finished with me. He left me in there, feeling hatred and disgusted. I got up in pain, I tried moving but the lower part of me couldn't move. My mom came in with tears in her eyes and helped me to the bathroom. When did she get home?

I stood there for hours, trying to wash him of off me but it didn't work. The nightmare replayed again this time it was a different man and I didn't have the strength to fight, so I laid there and let him do what he wanted.

When he left, I got up and went to the bathroom, showering one time. I slid down the shower, crying my little heart out. Why did, he do that to me, I'm only 12. He's supposed to be my dad, why did he let his friends do that to me? WHY?

"Wake up your having a nightmare." Someone said shaking me. I immediately got up running from the person.

"It's okay, your safe."

I soon realized it was my boss. I let the tears go. He joined me in the bed and hugged me, stroking my hair. After awhile I felt better.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked and I shaked my head no.

We sat there for a few minutes before I broke the silence. "Thank you."

"Any time."

"Did I say anything?" I asked moving out his embrace.

"Yeah."

"What did I say?"

He hung his head low then said, "At first you were crying out no's, then you started calling your dad, asking him how could he do this to you." He then looked up at me. "Did he rape you?"

"No."

"What did he do then?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it plus he was never my father."

"What do you mean?"

"A father cares for his children, he loves and protects them not bring danger to them."

"I know what you mean, I had lovely parents tho, they always knew how to make me happy." He said smiling probably remembering a memory. I'm glad he changed the topic a bit.

"You look happy talking about them, at least you had a good childhood. My mom was that person for me."

"I did at a certain point, until they died and I had to become an adult but at least I had their love for awhile. I'm glad you had someone to show you love."

"Yes she was an amazing mom. She made sure that food was always on the table for us, she did what she had to do." My belly began to talk.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes but it's late."

"It's okay, let's go." He said and I followed him to the kitchen.