Abandoned

2. Abandoned

(DATE OF UPLOAD: Thursday 13th of August 2015 12:29pm)
(STATUS: UNEDITED)

Aidan's pov
I woke the next morning up at 7 am. I went to the bathroom. I forgot to lock it unfortunately. If I had lock it everything wouldn't be suck more than it already sucked.
I got my knife and cut. Every beat from yesterday was a cut.
"Stephanie I'm going earlier to my work!" Aidan said. Oh fuck i tried to hide everything but my arm was bloody.

Before I knew it my father stood in the door opening. His eyes widen. I backed off a bit but I had nowhere to go since he was in the door opening. He stared at me and than at my cuts. After only a few seconds he grabbed me. He could take great advantage of the fact that I don't scream. Or talk.
He walked to the basement with me. I only had a bra and my pj pants on.
"This is the last time you can get us into this situation!" Aidan said. I was frightened. I thought he was going to beat the shit out of me. But no. I wished he did. Well he also beat me but not only beating.
He pushed me on the ground. He got a belt. He rolled me over so I was laying at my stomach.
He pulled my pants down with my underwear and began hitting me with a belt. On my ass and back.
"Worthless slut. Can't even call out for help. Stupid mute girl. Let's see if she still won't talk if I rape the little slut." Aidan said. I widen my eyes. He got something in a closet that's in the basement. He walked back to me. "Your hands!"
I put my hands on my back. He roughly grabbed them and tied them. He pulled me on my knees. I hear his zipper. He walked over to my face.
"Suck it bitch." He said while grabbing my hair and pulling it hard. When I did nothing he did a hand for my nose so i had to open my mouth to breath. "You're so fucking stupid."
After a while I guess he had enough of my mouth and went to my ass. He pushed me down. When you think he's going to do you're verjayjay he's going do doggie style, the filthy ass. It hurt a lot."D-d-ad-d-dy p-pl-please s-stop." I stuttered. First time I talked in many years.
"Oh it talks." was all the fucktard said. He grabbed the belt again. He started hitting me again. He pulled my hair hard. Tears streaming down my face. When he was finally done I felt wrong and dirty. I hate him so much. I had a fucking sore ass. "We're going to London fun right. A nice little trip to London dress yourself up. You might want to pack some valuable stuff."
I tried to stand but I felt weak. So I felt on the ground.
"Ah you can't stand up." Aidan said. He picked me up and walked really slow. He was doing stuff I didn't want at all. I hated him. I hated him so so much. After a long walk we finally reached my room. He put me down and slapped my ass once. He walked out of my room.
I dress myself up. I put on a skinny jeans and a simple Blink 182 shirt. With many holes because yeah it's old. And my fave sweater. And did as I was told. Some valuable stuff. I packed my stuffed animal and my cd collection. I got my songwriting book and I got my guitar. My guitar has a little friend a ukulele just because I love those two. My 2 favourite shirts and sweaters. Than my baseball cap and my bandanas. My last thing I packed was my drumsticks and baseball stuff. Like my ball and my baseball glove. That's it. My valuable stuff.
"Aidan hurry up!" Aidan said. I sighed. This man wants to say that he's my father.
I got in the car wanting to sit in the back but 'my father' told me to sit in the passengers seat because my mom isn't coming with us. I did what was told. My guitar/ukulele bag laid in the back though. It was to big for the passengers seat.
"So you might be thinking where we're going. We're just going to Harrow find a nice place to eat that's it really." Aidan said. I looked at him. While he was saying that he placed his hand on my thigh. Really dude. I stiffled a bit more towards the door.
"Aidan sit closer to me!" He yelled through the car. Not wanting anything bad to happen I sat closer. "Open you're pants and pull your pants and underwear a bit down."
I obeyed. Obviously he was doing that thing again I hated it. And if anything could go worse I had to cum. Great.
"Oh you're cumming huh." was all what he said. He just continued what he was doing the whole drive. Even though it was really sensitive. I fucking hate him. He literally just do that for like 2 hours.
"We're here." He finally said. We weren't anywhere near a place to eat. He fucking lied. We were just in some street in Harrow.
"Get you're shit out of the car and if you don't do it fast enough we're going to a hotel." He said. I thought about it maybe that's better than I could atleast sleep somewhere. But wait no he's going to do that thing again. "Oh get in the car you slow piece of shit."
I widened my eyes. Shit. Fuck fuck fuck. I put my stuff down and got into the car.
"You want it don't ya." He said. I shook my head. "You're gonna get it anyway."
I sighed. I hate this man.
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The worst day of my life. Really the worst day. Yesterday he just fucked up literally my world. I woke up at 7 because some fucktard woke me because he was doing something. Won't he ever stop.
"So now you're awake we leave in 2 hours. So plenty of time left."
That's my answer he will stop when we leave. Or when I'm abandoned by him.

After two long hours we went to the car where my stuff still were. He drove to a random street. He gave me a banana. That's it. I got out got both my bags. couldn't walk properly, because pain. I was weak so I stumbled to the closest hedge and sat down. And I cried. Apparently Heather told some guy who lived in London. Who I am. Because I got beaten up. The world is fucked up. I cried my heart out. Nobody loves me. Not even persons who don't even know me.

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It's the stupidest story I ever wrote but I'll continue it anyway in the hope it gets a little better. I didn't want to go in details bc I thought that's really weird.

Promos:

IdioticUgliness for Dutch people xmrsirwinxx