Urge To Escape

Chapter 3: A Sense Of Understanding

Frozen. A state of becoming paralyzed with a feeling of shock or horror. Well that was me at this moment in time. I couldn't begin to process what my mother had just said, "And he is not your father." The voice was repeating inside my head in loud whispers, tormenting me. Why was I not happy? Why was it more a feeling of emptiness than joy? Richard was not my father. Then it had hit me like the fourth of July. That day my father, or should I say Richard, hurt me for the first time when I was eight. He left me locked in my room for a whole week.Telling my teachers I was sick. He starved me for a whole week and never came to wake me up with a kiss ever again. The same hatred in his eyes that had been tormenting me in my sleep all these 10 years. The way he would want to sexually abuse me, for my mother's safety, how he had just started to come to me in the middle of the night after drugging my mother to sleep so she wouldn't hear her.
Flashback. ( A/N*WARNING INCLUDES SOME HARSH SEXUAL SCENE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OTHERWISE SKIP UNTIL AFTER ITALICS WRITING* )
He had come to me towel wrapped around his half wet body, the lust in his eyes evident, so much so his member would go hard at the sight of me in my t-shirt, my breasts unsupported, even though they were perfect it was uncomfortable to sleep in a bra. He would make sure to close the door and lock it. He would climb the bed slowly hovering on top of me, he would start to kiss me, and I would turn my head away in disgust, tears falling from my eyes, I was saving myself for my mate and he didn't want me to. I would get beaten if I protested so I had to do as told, he would tell me through gritted teeth to kiss him back and so I would, and then he would kiss me down my neck , slipping his one hand up my shirt and massage my breast so slowly ...I always had to bite my lip to hold down a disgusting moan and he would slip his hand into my panties and rub on my clit. He'd kiss down my stomach and inbetween my thighs before he plunged his tounge into me. I was crying for him to let me go but he wouldn't instead he'd keep plunging his tounge and rubbing my breast until I released into his mouth. He'd tell me to suck his disgusting cock and I'd refuse but then he'd tell me he was going to hurt my mother and that he'd kill her infront of me. So I would cry and do as told until he had released into my mouth and he'd tell me to swallow it. And then I'd pray he wouldn't stick that thing into me and thank the Moon Goddess he didn't. But after he left he told me he'd put it inside me soon and he shut the door. I had run to the bathroom switched on my shower and washed his disgusting self off me he had left love bites on my boobs and inbetween my thighs. I was so disgusted and this was only last week.
I didn't understand why he would put me through so much pain. But now it made sense. I was not his daughter. He lusted over me because my mother wasnt his mate, he wanted to kill her by hurting her with me, because she was my mother. He didn't care how I felt because I wasn't his and he had hated me because I was his enemies daughter. But my mother would not tell me my real father's name. She said it was for my own protection. But suddenly all the rib breaks I've had, the bruises, the kicks in my stomach, it was all beginning to fall into place as to why he had done it. Resentment. He didn't want us and yet, he had to make us pretend as though we were the happy ideal family to our pack. He was the Alpha ,and he did not want to be the let down family he had seen in us all these years. He wanted his great name to be honoured just because of his position.And who would believe that 'the great kind hearted' Alpha would be so vulgar? His authority reigned supreme on us because we were obligated to follow his barked order. The father I had believed would change, had accordingly earned my round of applause.My mother looked at me like I was losing a spring inside my head when I started clapping with a grin on my face. "Well done Richard Holloway, you have done it, you have broken me beyond repairs and you have taught me one! Bloody thing, I ABSOLUTELY HATE YOU!" And it was then that I realised that he had caused all the fear in my heart all, all the hurt in my mind, all the brokenness of my life and all the emptiness of my soul. And now more than ever all the courage I had been doubting all these years. But was it enough of a spark to ignite a fire inside me? I heard his car pull up in the drive way, a black sleek matte Lamborghini stood before my eyes in the drive way and it was then that I knew what to do, "Mum we have to leave him, today." I told her. Her eyes showed a hint of horror before they showed a sense of understanding. The urge to escape was paralyzing the mind.