Daddy's Little Girl

5

(Several Weeks Later)
When I woke up the next day I was in so much pain everywhere especially my pelvic area. I knew my dad didnt care, he was pleasured and I could suffer as long as I didnt tell. It pained inside to know that my mom hasnt contacted not once just to say hi, hello,or how you doing? Why did my mom really leave out of town? I finally decided to get out of bed because sulking isn't going help anything, I made my way to the bathroom trying to bear through the pain. My head has been hurting, Ive been having abdominal pains and been throwing up sometimes, honestly I felt like shit. While I was walking to the bathroom, I slipped and fell then everyone was black. I still heard things and felt things but I couldnt physically move, talk, or look around. I felt hands grab me and now Im being lifted.
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When I woke up I decided to keep my eyes closed to hear whats going on around me, there was beeping and voices, I focused my attention on the voices. I couldnt hear anything so I gave up and waited till they came in to slowly open my eyes, the doctor looked worried but my fathers were filled with rage. The doctor looked at the clipboard and started speaking.
"Well Mr. Carver your daughter has been sexually abused multiple times and has severe scaring in the vaginal area, we have to keep her in here for a week and give her medicine to heal the scaring. For you missy, you are on bed rest."
I felt horrible and I knew my dad was mad but he was trying to keep his composure, it wouldnt last long. The doctor left the room and my dad came over, he sat on my bed but didnt speak. I grew nervous but didnt want to speak and risk and getting hit, so I stayed quiet. He looked at me with pure disgust and rage, I felt disgusting inside. My dad used me as a sex toy and no one knew or could even look in my eyes and tell that's something is going on. I don't even remember the last time I looked at my dad with a loving glare or when he looked at me with something other than the look of lust. I've been emotionally scarred and there was no one to carry the pieces or pick me up. I'm lost in a world I can't leave.