A few months have passed and my father never really left us alone. I hated him for what he did to my family. He tore us apart. We were all a great, happy family. I should've known then, but I just figured out he was a drunk, and spent a lot of his earnings on alcohol.
One evening he visited us. "Shea! Can you get the door please?" My mother asked me to, and so I did. When I opened it, I saw my father standing at the door. "Well hello Shea." He said grimly. When he walked by, he touched me. And not in the way that is appropriate. I instantly got the chills.
He said he wanted to talk to my mother. So I went upstairs to my room and talked to Blair on the phone. I heard them yell a few times but I didn't want to hear it , even though Evan and I were most likely involved.
Well, shortly after I heard footsteps up the stairs then he came into my room and grinned. "So, what are you doing? Are you on the phone?" I nodded. "Well, hang up I gotta talk to you?" So I hung up on Blair and told her I'd call her back.
"Shea, things are gonna be different from here on out, okay?" Wow thanks for stating the obvious douchebag. He moved closer to me. "You are know under the 'split custody' between your mother and I? Understand?" I nodded again. But he moved even closer. "And you do as I say, when I say it." nodded again.
"Come here." I hesitated for a moment, but remembered what he said. "Pack up, you're coming with me first."
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When we got to his house, he led me into my new room and told me to unpack. There was a couple pieces of furniture. Like a bed and a dresser.
"Put your stuff down and come here Shea." and so I did. I didn't like my dad, but I didn't disobey him. It wasn't worth the argument. He touched my shoulder. "I want you to know, that I love you." And his hand moved down my arm closer to my breasts. I gulped, "I know."
"And everything that we do together stays between us. You got it?"
I didn't like where this was going.
His hand touch my breasts. and I got uncomfortable. I didn't know what was happening, but I did. And I wanted it to stop. I tried to move but he grabbed my arm. "STOP MOVING!" and he held a knife to my throat. Very close. and he grabbed me more. It hurt. I wanted him to stop. Then his other hand moved down to my butt and grabbed that. I flinched and the knife nicked me. Then there was a knock at the door. He instantly stopped. When he went to the front door, I opened the window and ran for my life.
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Unpredicted Love
Teen Fiction"I am Shea Anderson. Starting from the beginning back in kindergarten, we were friends. But I never thought that now, I'd fall In love. It was so unexpected. So impetuous. But, so right." *NOT COMPLETE*
