"BLAKE! WHATDAHELL? WHY ARE YOU SO LATE? DIDYOUGOOUT? TRYTODECEIVE ME?! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! I'LL SHOW YOU WHEREYOUCANGOOUTTO!" Father yells, face turning red in anger, words slurring together.
"Dad..." I begin, "Please. I'm so sorry. I lost track of time. I was... I was with a teacher." I say shaking slightly. I haven't seen him this upset since I was 6 and let a teacher look at my bruises. I asked her why the other dads didn't kiss and punch their daughters. I thought that was normal.
I barely finish my sentence before a flash of skin pops in my view. I feel the impact of his fist against my cheek before I realize what's happened. I fall on the floor with a thud. As I turn my head up, his foot seems to move in slow motion as it implants itself into my stomach. It lands with a sickening grunt from me.
He pulls me from the floor, dragging me down the stairs into the basement [my room]. I let him, because even I know it's useless. He throws me into the room and as I fall I hear the door slam shut. Soon the punches and kicks are landing, seemingly, at every second. I can feel the beat of his punches and the ticking of the clock matching up. I'm pulling away only earning more yelling from him. He lands a kick in my stomach again, earning a sickening crack and a scream from me.
He pulls me up. He drags me across the room where I feel myself fall onto a deep cushion.
My eye is swollen and my vision is spotted with black dots. I can taste the blood on my tongue and it dripping down my face. I can barely move my fingers anymore, before I feel a weight on my body. I feel his hairy chest as the realization that he's already taken off his shirt sinks in. He's pulling at my shirt roughly, yanking my jeans off, and grabbing my hair harshly. He's pulling at my skin, sucking it in, forcing himself on me.
I'm used to this, I tell myself. He's done it for years. I'm far past a virgin, I tell myself.
He's ripping everything off. He's pulling at me. I know it's bad. I've known it for years. But I feel numb. I can no longer feel the searing pain through my body. I've stopped screaming and crying years ago. I only focus on my thoughts. I only wait for this nightmare to end, even though I know it always comes back. But, I can only accept it as he keeps grabbing me, pushing me further into this darkness that's calling me.
When suddenly it stops........ he stops. He lifts his head as he looks at the door. It's only then that I hear the faint sound of sirens.
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Behind the Scars
RomanceBlake Ridge has always wondered about destiny and fate. She's always wondered what her life was supposed to be like. But, she can never venture too far to find herself because of her father. With no one in her corner and no more relatives, his abusi...
