trust doesn't always come back

I covered my ears as I heard my father and mother argue, this has got to stop. i hear my mums cries for help in my sleep and see the bloody walls from last week. Was god punishing us? Wasn't I a good enough child? From what I can remember I was, I mean, sure I did typical child things but nothing too extreme like burning curtains or shoving frogs in my sisters face. I didn't have a sister or a brother thank god, I wouldn't want them to go through this. As I'm deep in thought, I didnt notice my father standing in the doorway, it was too late to hide as he grabbed my neck and threw me against the wall. His breath smelt of alcohol and fags, I could feel myself starting to gag as I couldnt stand the stench.

"w..what's up dadd?" I stammered. He grinned as he began to kiss my neck, moaning in delight when all I wanted to do was run away from him but I couldn't leave my mum, we depend on each other.

"you owe me for buying you that iphone" I roll my eyes at this, I didn't ask for the iphone nor need it, I had no friends. I was your typical 'nerd', I wasn't a big nerd, I never got straight A's, I just kept to myself as I did not want anyone knowing about my home life. If someone found out, my dad would definitely kill me. He began to unbutton my top which is when panic set in, I was about to loose my virginity to my dad, my eyes went wide and I began to thrash my body trying to get away, this only excited him more, sick. I stopped struggling as I was simply too weak. My names Scarlett Johnson and welcome to hell.