Exposed.

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I felt his hand brush across my cheek, leaving a burning sensation. Tears rushed down my face.

"I said, get up." I nodded and got up. He pushed me onto the bed and laid me on my stomach. He untied my hands and retied them to the headboard. His hands running down my back brought a pit to my stomach. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he chuckled.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed until my heart was in my throat. My dad rushes in like he was knew a was gonna have a nightmare, again.

"Honey, you okay?" My dad asks. I'm completely out of breath. "Hey, calm down. Slowly breath...good. You had another nightmare didn't you?" I nodded.

"It's okay," I say as I get out of and fix my bed, not looking at him. "I have to go to school though. I haven't missed a day in my life," I kicked the bra I took off at night under my bed so he can't see.

"That doesn't matter if you haven't been able to sleep. You've been having nightmares almost every night for 2 weeks. Do you wanna talk about it?" He sits down on my bed.

"Dad, I said I'm fine." He nods and leaves the room. He pops his head back in, "I made breakfast so whenever you're ready."

"Okay, I'll be down." I go into the bathroom and take a long look in the mirror. A very long look. Everytime I see myself, there's always something I don't recognize. My eyes water a little, but I stop looking at myself and brush my teeth looking at the sink.

I put on a black shirt with some ripped jeans and black combat boots. I dab a little bit on concealer under my eyes to remove the fact I haven't slept, ever. I finish it off with mascara and some eyeliner on my waterline. I don't really wear much. My hair needs to be washed and its pretty noticeable that I need to wash it so I just put on a black snapback and comb out the ends of my hair. I grab my bag and run downstairs.

My dad sets down a plate of bacon with syrup, my favorite.

"You look beautiful," he smiles.

"Thanks," I sit down and eat fast about to miss the bus. I check the time and if I don't leave now, I definitely will miss it. "Sorry, I gotta go," I say with bacon still in my mouth and give my dad and kiss on the cheek.

The bus came hella late, of course. I'm standing here, in the cold, listening to my music and just waiting. Thankfully after 20 minutes, my bus comes, picks me up, and I get to school. Fuck, why did I convince myself to go?