When I wake up, daddy is there but mommy isn't
I feel ill but I don't want daddy to be mad
"Where mommy?"
I begin to cry.
"Hey love, she's gone to work baby. You're okay?"
"I'm otay."
"Where's Morgan?"
"She's gone to daycare honey so I have you all to myself."
He produces a sadistic smile.
I begin to cry again as my stomach hurts as he rips my pjs off.
He spanks me once I try to fight him off
He forces my hands behind my back and he forces himself inside my ass
It just makes my stomach hurt more
He tugs me back and forth as I scream in pain.
"Stop screaming, you deserve this!"
"I no do nothing!"
I sob as he whacks me in the head
He eventually stops
Blood has leaked onto the sheets
I cry out in pain as he helps me stand up
He lets me use the potty then he helps me into the shower
He showers me then he changes the bed.
He gets me into another pair of pjs.
I'm not even bothered to get dressed today.
He takes me downstairs in his arms.
He spoon feeds me porridge then we sit and watch cartoons together.
I cuddle up to him as I feel sicker by the minute.
I let out a sigh which causes him to give a confused look to me
"Are you okay baby?..."
I slightly nodded
"Estelle, baby, are you sure you're okay...?"
He lifted the my chin with his index finger, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
I instantly throw up.
He wipes it off my mouth
"I sowwy!"
"No no it's okay sweetie."
He rips his shirt off and he lifts me up
I am in agony, my body constantly aching as my head began to pound.
Daddy ran to the bathroom, grabbing a thermometer and some ibuprofen
I was most definitely sick.
A thermometer rested in my mouth as I felt bad with Daddy gently stroking my hair and lightly rubbing my cheeks from time to time.
The stick was taken out of my mouth, showing that I had a fever of 49 degrees.
"Oh, baby.. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you be mad?"
"I'm not baby but let's get these pills into you."
He slipped his left arm around me, gently scooping my upper body to prepare me so that I could safely take the pills.
Daddy handed them to me grabbing the water bottle and giving it to me.
He watched as I slowly tossed the pills into my mouth, slowly opening the water bottle before taking a big gulp and swallowing both the pills and liquid.
"Now you need to sleep baby."
"Otay."
I turn to my side and I yawn.
I fall asleep quickly because I feel so worn down
YOU ARE READING
Kidnapped
General Fiction12 year old Estelle Wilson is kidnapped while walking home from school.She often is in little space due to past trauma. Will she ever escape or will she be trapped forever?