Recovery

Chapter 4

I walk through the door of school, rushing to my locker, that is now crowded by people.

"Haley." I hear someone say, and I turn a bit, getting shoved into the group of people.

While the group of people continually shove me, laughing, I hear a familiar voice. "Leave her alone!" 

I look up and one kid is shoved back, Josh is standing in front of me, he grabs my hand and moves every one else out of the way for me to get to my locker.

"Thanks." I mumble. "Why are you here?" I drop his hand.

"I followed you." He shrugs.

I look up at him. "You're really fitting into the stalker category." I smile.

"I didn't want anyone hurting you, like that just happened." he moves his hand in the air between us.

I start to open my locker. "So what do you do?" 

"What do you mean?"

"Like, do you not go to college? What do you do if you don't work or anything." I turn to him, closing my locker.

"Well right now, I'm about to walk a beautiful girl to class, and then go home, and get on my online college." He smiles, putting his arm around my shoulder as we walk. 

I blush. "Online college?"

"Yeah, I'm online right now, but when you graduate, maybe I will go to college with you." he rubs his hand on my shoulder. 

"Oh, well, I'm taking a year off to find a house."

"Move in with me."

"You met me two days ago." I stop in front of my class.

"And?"

"You really are crazy." I laugh. 

The bell rings. "I'll see you Saturday, or at McDonald's tomorrow." he hugs me.

"Bye," I smile, he walks down the hallway with his head looking down. I turn into the door when he looks back and smiles.

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The day drags on, and I'm glad, I forgot about my uncle being at my house until I saw his car in the driveway. I sigh, remembering the last time I saw him, about three months ago. 

I almost puke at the thought. 

I suck it up and walk into the house. My dad is putting his shoes on, the stain of liquor is in his breath, but he's sober. Liquor is just how he smells. 

"I'll be back in a little bit, you're uncle's visiting today." He side hugs me like he's a proud father that doesn't beat me, and leave me with a rapist. 

I almost cry looking up at my uncle who is holding a bottle of alcohol. "Hey, Haley." I gulp. "Haven't seen you in about four months."

I nod my head. "Yup."

"Shame you work so much." My dad walks out the door, leaving me here with him.

"Well, I.. Uh.. have stuff to do.. in my uhm.. room.. so.." I stutter looking at the floor, thinking of how I'm going to melt into it.

"No!" He half shouts, leaning up in the chair beside the TV that he just shut off. "You should stay in here and try to repeat what happened four months ago." He looks me up and down.

I see red around my eyes. "You know damn well, I never asked you shit!" I walk to the stairs. 

He grabs my arm when I'm on the fourth step. "You've gotten feisty." he grips my wrist tighter.

I try to pull my arm away. "You're sick!" I scream in his drunken face. "Why are you even here?"

"While your dad goes to fuck random girls, he leaves me here, just like those months ago." He grins. 

"I'm not a fucking child." I huff, pulling my arm harder, his grip digging into my skin. "Leave!"

"You aren't eighteen missy." His smile grows. "I know you love when I'm here," 

"No. I do not."

"You did when you were a kid." He laughs, twisting my arm.

"What?"

"Oh, you really think that not long ago was the first time I was inside of you?" He laughs. "No, honey. I use to babysit you, and your sisters, but your sisters weren't as pretty as you."

I smack him. "Let me go!" I don't believe what he is saying, and if he is telling the truth, I want to get as far away from him as possible, which is impossible, considering my father right now. i can't believe he thinks I'm a fucking child. I hate being thin, I hate being weak. I hate being vulnerable. I hate myself. I know what he will do, and I fear for it. I don't want it to happen. 

"Oh no. You don't hit me you little whore." He drags my arm and I fall down the steps, he picks me up, and his clammy skin is on mine. I try to fight him off. He just grips tighter around my waist and thighs. I'm hitting his back, but it isn't doing anything.

He ascends the stairs, "Let go of me!" I scream, "Put me down!" I know he can hear me, and I know he won't put me down. He walks to my oldest sister's old room. The newly made queen size bed lays there and he throws me on the bed. I try to scramble away to get out of the room, out of the house, but he's in front of me.

"No you don't." He shoves me onto the bed, pulling his belt off. 

He smacks my face and I scream. "Get away!" I try to get up, but he's on top of me. "You're fucking sick!" I reach up for him, but he catches my wrists and wraps the belt around them.

"I wish I drugged you again." He tightens the belt to where I can't move my arms. "You weren't as aggressive then." He smirks, a bulge in his pants show and I almost vomit from the sight. 

he pulls my arms up to make me stand. My face is red, I see in the mirror on the door. There is no use in running. No use in screaming. I hope he gets this over with, because I don't want to endure this long. I stand there, waiting for what's next. 

"Good girl," He whispers in my ear and I want to scream. I want to scream so fucking loud that everyone hears me. I don't need this shit. 

He sees me staring in the mirror, and his eyes widen. "Oh you want to watch me fuck you?"

"Rape." I correct him and he smacks me. I look to the floor.

"It's not rape if you like it." He sounds like a 14 year old boy. 

He moves his blonde hair from his face and bites his lip, deciding what to do. His eyes travel my body and I look to the mirror again. I guess I just deserve this. 

He pulls a chair up and sits in it, then motions me to come up to him. I listen and he tugs my pants down, takes them off, and my shoes. Leaving me in my panties. I just had to wear good underwear today. I huff to myself.

"Bend over." He motions to his thigh that spreads apart. I bend over his knee and look to the floor. I feel the bulge on my side as it grows and I swallow the bile that has raised in my throat. "Since you want to be a smart ass." 

He hits my butt, hard, and I wince as he repeats the action, obviously getting a rise out of it. Literally. He pulls me off of him, onto my knees, in front of him. he unzips his pants and takes off the belt from my wrists.

His length falls out when he pulls his pants to the ground. I almost cry. I don't want this. I don't need this. Someone help. Someone.  Anyone..

He puts his length into my mouth and shoves my head down, making me choke. He moans. "I'm gonna come." His head falls back as he makes me stop. I spit in the floor, he didn't even finish, but it is still disgusting. "Go lay on the bed." 

I walk over to the bed. "Take your shirt off, leave your bra on." he instructs, removing the rest of his clothing. I listen, as I throw myself onto the bed.