I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, and just wait for him to come into my room. I sit and watch every corner and space, waiting for him to just come out and get me. When I was younger I didn't believe in the Boogey-Man or monsters in my closet, but now my dad is all of those things.
He's the Freddy Krueger of my nightmares, and the Justin Beiber of my dreams. Always there to ruin anything and everything. And never letting me forget he's still here.
Creeeeeek
As the door is opening I quickly close my eyes, I already know who it is. I dont even have to look. He comes and sits on the bed beside me and starts to kiss me and touch me. Then ever so softly.
"Tessa? I know your awake. Now why don't you help make Daddy feel good?" he sits and waits for my response, until finally I sit. I do because I know it will only make things worse if I don't. Just like always he starts kissing me all over and undressing me.
God, he such a bastard. I hate it when he thinks he can just waltz in here and get what he wants!
Where the hell was that from? It wasn't or isn't part of me to even think like that. But then I thought. Normally all I could think about was how I would never get to expierence loosing my virginity to the man I fell in love with, but tonight was different. All I wanted to do was push him of and tell him to go fuck himself. And that. Is exactly what I did.
"Get the fuck off me you sick bastard!" I shoved him off me and onto the floor. I never thought I would say or do such things to him because I was always too afraid. But now. I wasn't, it was me against him now, and he wouldn't accept my challenge.
He was so taken back by my sudden response all he could do was sit on the floor naked with a dumbfounded look on his face. I heard mom coming down the hall, but Terrance hadn't yet and so he was still on the floor looking like a jack-ass.
"What happened? Is everything all right!?" she said worriedly. Her eyes were still adjusting to the light difference so she couldn't see Terrance sitting on the ground. But then she noticed me still staring at him, and looked herself.
She could finally see him in all his glory.
"Terrance, what are you doing in here?" but then she knew, the look on her face of realization of what was and had been happening to me all these years. Even though she didn't know how long it had been going on.
I knew she was putting the pieces together in her head. All the nights he wasn't in bed until late hours into the night, always for some reason being able to hear his deep breathing and moans from another room. But she didn't quite understand why that was. But now she did.
" Get the hell out of my house you sick freak!" she screamed at him. Not seeming to want to stop, "Why the fuck would you do this to your own daughter!? For God's sake she's only 16!"
And as she went on I just sat on my bed with a grin on my face. It was over, I had finally been rescued and could go on with my life.
