Kaya Scoldelario as Penny Winters.
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Opening the front door, I expect to be welcomed with opened arms from my sober father.
That didn't happen though, its rare when it does. "Penny where the hell were you?!" Looking up from my shoes I meet the angry blue eyes of my dad.
"School dad." Whispering softly I look down not liking the way he was staring at me in pure hatred.
He tightly gripped my wrist and forced me to look at him, "Penny you piece of shit daughter, you're going no where in life, no one's going to want your pathetic, trash, shit ass."
Taking a massive gulp I look down once again, knowing the things he says are true. "You're the fucking reason your mother died you cunt!"
Letting my tears hit the floor I feeling his presence leave.
He's right. He's always right.
Picking up the black leather bag that had dropped from my shoulder, I walk off, thinking that all he was going to do today was abuse me with his words.
"Penny where the fuck do you think you're going?! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Taking a deap, wavering, breath, I walk down the stairs.
As I got closer to where his voice came from, I felt my stomach drop when I saw him, just standing there, a muderious look on his face.
"Yes dad?" He let out a low growl and walked towards me, the closer he got, the more I felt unsafe.
His cold, rough, scratchy hand reached out, doing nothing but sitting on my cheek.
Normally he would've hit me, it's strange that he hasn't yet, "you're so beautiful Penny. Just like your mother, you have her beautiful brown hair and hazel eyes."
"You even have her neck...so soft and pretty." His breath hitched, as if he was getting memories of my mom.
I didn't like the way he was looking at me...when he looks at me this specific way...it always ends up worse than a simple beating.
His hand removed itself from my face, I thought it was over when he did that, but I was wrong, he only moved his hand so he could move my hair away from my neck.
Holding my breath, I wait, wait for his chapped lips to be placed on my neck, for his scratchy hands to be put under my top, for his rough stuble to be scratching my neck as he pins me down.
I guess I was lost in my own world that I didn't notice his cracked up lips moving forcefully on mine, I had no where to go, no where to hide.
His rough hands didn't stop, they pushed up my shirt, I couldn't do anything or else he would hurt me to the point of passing out, so it would be easier for him to please himself. Without any interuptions.
The more his hands roamed, the more I felt sick to my stomach, his fingers wouldn't stop, his hands wouldn't stop, HE WOULDN'T STOP!
His hands tightly gripped my waist, there was defintly going to be bruises, "stop you're hurting me!" Do you think that stopped him?
No.
He contiuned. Only worse. He wanted me to feel pain, "shut up." One of his hands moved from my waist to my hair, yanking at it, tears started spill from my closed eyes.
He grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up, I tried to push away but my noodles arms couldn't save my life for shit.
"Stop resisting it." His harsh whisper caused me to be overcomed with goosebumps, he ripped my black t shirt apart from the back.
The clasp of my bra being undone, his free hand yanking off my bra and ripped t shirt.
I can't believe he's doing this...to his daughter..the little girl he tickled awake, the little girl he used to put pigtails in her hair.
His legs started moving and before I knew what was happening, I was being thrown on the creaky twin bed.
He pulled off my pants, not caring that he was hurting me, he needed a release.
"Penny stop squirming." He practically growled out at me, his harsh glare becoming more hate filled.
I stop. Not wanting to get a beating, "good girl Penny."
He stood at the end of the bed, keeping his eyes on me with every movement he takes.
Closing my eyes I realize something.
I'm never getting out of this life.
The bed dipped with his weight, my eyes still closed I wait, wait for him to do what he wants. And he does.
Tears slipped from my eyes, my arms were pined down by his scratchy, large hands, his lips connected at my neck, he was roughly sucking on my neck, causing more pain to my body.
Jake's pov
Sitting on Mark's bed, I let out a frustrated groan, "she should've let me give her a ride home Mark."
He chuckled, lightly shaking his head "Jake you can't force someone to accept a ride home. It's either they want one or they don't, just calm down."
"You don't understand Mark, she had a panic attack at school, I wanted to make sure she got home safely...and that she stayed safe."
He looked at me, pure shock on his face, "you. Jake Xavier wanted to make sure a girl was safe?! WHAT SICK WORLD IS THIS?!" Lookimg him in the eyes, I give him my best glare.
"Ha ha very funny Mark, I'm serious though, I wanted to make sure she got home safe."
"Jake you just met the girl, stop acting like she's the fucking world and grow up."
Dick.
