Knight

 Prologue

I never knew my parents. They died mere days after I was born. I was told it was a car accident but their bodies were never found. Just large amounts of blood lining the front seats. The car had been abandoned, just like me.

I grew up in foster care, passed along from house to house as the people realised the government payout wasn't worth it when it involved me living with them. Until now. I've lived in this one house since I was 10 years old. I'm 17 now. Living in constant fear of the devil I reside with. My foster father. A soulless man.

I've learned certain things along the way. Things that could possibly spair my life even thought you may think it is a bit drastic it's true. Things like to not speak unless spoken to and to do exactly as told. These two rules could easily save me a few broken bones and bruises. Which is why I obey them. I've grown accustomed to fearing the touch of another human being. An instinct now after being violated more times then can count at such a young innocent age.

It started on my 13th birthday. He came into my room unannounced telling me that I was a big girl now and needed to be treated like one. His voice husky. Frightening. The sound of it causing goosebumps to appear and hairs to rise.

The second he placed his chapped lips on mine I knew something was wrong, this was wrong. I was just a child, an innocent little girl. And he a fully grown man. But that's what made me appeal to him in the first place. I remember him telling me how beautiful I was as he trailed his over worked hands across my night shirt, grabbing my nearly non existent breast.  

Too shocked to move, to try and stop him.

I remember not being able to hold back the warm tears that ran down my face. The feeling of not being able to wipe them away because my arms were locked in a vice grip. Held over my head. Rendering me helpless. His rough lips nipped and sucked sucked harshly against the soft skin of my neck. Being sure to leave a mark.

Kissing back up to my lips he forced his tongue in as his hands ventured lower. Running across the waist band of my pyjama pants. I felt bile rise up my throat as he continued touching me. He removed my shirt claiming that the feeling of my breasts wasn't enough. He needed to see them. He placed his lips all over them, sucking painfully. It took all I had to. It empty my stomach contents all over him but I knew that would only make matters worse. I had to bare through it.

Even when my pyjama pants and white cotton underwear followed suit. The words 'so soft' whispered like a mantra, over and over again. His calloused fingers met his destination. A place untouched by anyone. The unmistaken look of awe on his face made me feel dirty, unclean. I had no idea someone could be touched in such a way. I was too young. Too innocent.

At first he was gentle, too gentle, enough to make me believe I had the strength to live through this. That was until he pushed one rough finger inside of me. Flames engulfed my body as I experienced continuous waves of pain. I honestly didn't think I would survive this at the time.

I could tell he was enjoying himself though. That sick bastard. A full blown smile accompanying his face. No matter how hard I tried I wasn't able to hold the tears in. It was all to much for my small body. Suddenly a sharp pain filled me, only to realise that he forcibly scratched the inside walls of me. Blood trickled down my thighs. But his smile only got wider though. He liked causing me pain, it was a turn on. A way for him to get off. It made me sick.

He roughly thrust his fingers back and forth. Scrapping against me each time. My childish body wasn't able to handle it anymore. I blacked out. Unaware of what he could be doing. He never took my virginity though, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away with that. It probably would've thrown me in the hospital. The envision to much.

My name is Alice May Stirling, and this is my story.

Authors note: 

Hey guys. This is my first ever story so feed back would be appreciated. Hope you follow along with Alice's story.

Always, Lisa Grace.