Chapter 1
"Mom" I called out as I walked inside the house from school. I shut the door and turned to see my dad, Greyson staring at me. He scanned my body from head to toe. He licked his lips while unbuckling his belt. I started to run upstairs to my room. He followed me very quickly and pushed the door opened before I could even lock it. Tears ran down my face as stood in the corner, pinned to the wall. He grabbed me and threw me on my bed. I tried to make a run for it but he pulled my legs back to him and pulled my underwear off. All I could do was cry. I said a silent prayer to myself in my head, but nothing seems to work.
He touches the side of my face. “Daddy’s not gonna hurt you baby.” He made an evil grin and his private entered mine. I cried out stop, and get off me, but he would not listen. He went in then out and repeated it over again. Then he started to go fast. That is when the pain started to really kicked. He did what a father would do when he rapes his daughter.
Ever since I was 10, he would come in my room late at night and touch me inappropriately. I am 16 now and in the 10th grade. I have two best friends, Sierra and Monica, but we call her Mo. I have a boyfriend name Derion. We have been together since 8th grade. All that has been happening I could not bear to look him in the eyes and tell him I was rape and still being raped by my dad. He told me if I would tell on him, he would cut me into pieces and throw me in the river. My mom never was home when it happens. I live with the both of them. Derion would come over sometime and we would talk. I would have my door close. Before I close my door, Greyson would be staring at me from across the hall. I used to let Mo and Sierra come sleepover, but after I seen how my dad looks at them, I made up a lie. I told them that they could not come over anymore.
I feel that my mind is messed up. Derion and I started to engage in sexual activity. He asked if I was a virgin and I lied and told him yes. We did it every time I went over to his house on some days of the week. I’d say some Tuesdays and Fridays or Mondays and Thursdays, and maybe even Wednesdays. We would always use protection. But my dad wouldn’t.
