No Such Thing As A Happy Ending

Chapter Three

Quite naturally as you get older you start to understand more which is what happened to me. My father started drinking more, he would get drunk at least three times out of a week. Him and my mother would argue and it got to the point where my mother was now sleeping in her room and he was sleeping on the couch. I don't think that she noticed but my mother was starting to neglect me she took on more hours at work and spent less time at home.

Up until now he would just look, I'd notice him watching me get in and out the shower, sometimes he'd stand in the door way and watch me get dressed. But I was eleven when he started touching.

It had to have been 1:00am at the latest. That night I went to bed at ten but I woke up when I heard my door close, I knew my mother was sleep and because it was pitch black I closed my eyes again. I felt a hand move up my leg starting from my ankle, I jumped up only to be thrown back down on my bed. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face to his. He was so close I could smell his breath, it was so foul smelling that I started to gag.

He licked my face "You even tasteee likeee yo mama" he slurred. "Daddy what you doing, get off of me like that" I said trying to break from his grasp. His hand squeezed my thigh hard as he said "Shut up, and do whatever the hell I tell you to", through clenched teeth. But we heard the toilet flush, I was thinking the lord above when let me go and got up. Before exiting he said "If you tell yo mama anything I'll break yo jaw just try me" and he shut my door. I stayed up the rest of the night scared he was going to come back in.

I completely ignored his threat and told my mother the very next day what he had done. I even showed her the bruise that he left on my leg from squeezing it.

"Thats crazy your father didn't do that" was all she said before she left for work the next day leaving me 10 minutes before I was alone with my Dad again. I cried for the first time in five years because I usually don't have anything to cry about.

When he came home the first thing he did was throw his keys down and charge at me with rage in his eyes. He snatched me from the bar stool I was sitting on , threw me on the ground and was hovering over me "What the fuck did I tell you" was the last thing I heard before everything went black. I woke up to multiple voices, when I open my eyes I was in a hospital with my mother sitting next to me and my father was standing up talking to an officer. I heard him say " I walked in from work and found her like this I was automatically alarmed when I walked up the stairs because the front door was open I have no idea who would have wanted to hurt my daughter".

I knew I had to go along with his story or I might end up a lot worse. After repeating what I heard from my father several times I was allowed to go home. The worst part about it was that I have to stay home from school for two days and like always my mother couldn't take off.

Surprisingly he didn't try anything.He didn't say much either, I suffered a broken nose and a fractured jaw a guess he really meant what he said.