No Such Thing As A Happy Ending

Chapter Four

As I got older I didn't see any way out of my situation, I had no other family. I know my mother would not believe a word that was coming out my mouth about my father. I started getting more involved in school. I found any excuse to stay after school even if it was purposely failing a math test (a subject that I was great in) just to say I needed extra help. I'm not even an athletic girl but I tried out for the basketball team and made it. I was so elated that I would barely be home and have less time to spend with my father.

It has been two years since the last time my father touched me. Me and my mother have yet to repair our relationship, she is still always working. She never has time for me, she never talks to me, she goes to work early and comes home late and go straight to bed. I've been feeling myself be really depressed lately because we used to be so close. I don't know what it is about her but her energy is different.

Because it has been nearly two years since the incident between me and my father I was starting to think it was over for good. Then one Saturday afternoon (while my mother was at work of course) I was sitting in the living room watching TV. My father hadn't woke up for the day yet, and for that I was grateful. I guess I celebrated too soon because not even five minutes later he strolled in a living room with nothing but his boxer briefs on.

Soon as he plopped down on the sofa next to me I immediately started to get up but he said "Ty where you going?".

"Oh I was just going to find something to eat" I lied.

"Aight, well find something for the both of us" he said. Shit! I thought to myself, but I knew better then to say it out loud or not to do what he said.

Every since the last incident I have been scared shitless of my father. I think that if I ever tried to snitch or go to the police about what really happened that day, he'd hurt or kill me and my mom.

I returned to the living room with a hot pocket and plate of fries for my Dad and just a hot pocket for me. As soon as I was done eating it I was going to put on some clothes and go find something to do. Halfway through my hotpocket my father put his down and turned towards me. I froze and my heart was starting to pound faster.

"Ty, you know your mom don't pleasure me no more" he said. Beads of sweat started to come down my forehead.

I didn't know what to say I just kept quiet and put my head down, I didn't see any other way out. He was way to strong to try and put up a fight with.

He grabbed the remote and shut the TV off. "I know you heard me talking to you" he said.

"Yeah I did but I Dont know what you want me to say and why you telling me" I spat out surprised by my own words. It must've shocked him too because he was quiet for a few moments. Then he grunted " I'm telling you because I'm gone get what I want, whether its from her.... Or you." He said emotionless.

I jumped up and so did he. I was thirteen but I wasn't about to let this no good sick excuse for a father take my virginity without a fight. "So you gone rape your own daughter? Why won't you just cheat already or something, like any other man." I said with more emotion than I intended.

"How do I even know if you mines for sure, yo mama was a hoe back then. Shit probably still is, either way lil girl I'm gone get my fuck." He said coldly.

But it ain't gone be from me I thought and before I knew it I was bolting for the door. Before I even touched the knob I was yanked back by a fist full my hair.

"Bitch is you stupid" he said as he effortlessly turned me around and ripped my shirt open. I fought and kicked which he didn't mind until I screamed. He punched me in the mouth busting my bottom lip making me shut up but not stop fighting. He stood me up and pulled my pants down, threw me on the sofa and with his hands over my mouth forced himself in me.

When it was over he got up and went in the room. I didnt have the strength to even stand, I crawled to my room and shut the door. I layed down and let the tears fall from my eyes. I drifted off to sleep for what I suppose was about and hour. I got up to blood streaming down my leg, I was sore in all places imaginable. I grabbed my towel and rag to head to the bathroom room. I passed the living room to see that my ripped clothes were picked up and everything was back in it's place.

I ran the bath water, I was way to weak to stand up and shower. When it was full I got in and sat there, I felt so filthy and used. Rocking back I'm forth, I cried and cried. I prayed to the lord above for better days.