The Girl

Part 2

My Father approaches me with a wild grin. I stand, frozen, horror stricken, staring at him. He grabs my elbow and pulls me towards him. He kisses me harshly on the lips and my face scrunches in disgust.

(A/N IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SEXUAL ABUSE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS SECTION OF THE CHAPTER. THANK YOU)

My father rips off my clothes. I stumble back with a horrified expression, trying to hide myself. He growls, daring me to challenge him. I whimper, dropping my defences - well aware of the severe consequences I'll have to face if I don't. He beams at me, loving the fact that he can scare me so easily.

I'm backed into a corner and my father picks me up and throws me on the near broken bed. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down. I see the bulge in his boxers and a tear slips down my cheek. He pulls down his boxers and reveals the disgusting organ. Father takes off the rest of his clothes to expose his hairy chest, tattooed arms and his flabby stomach. I start to silently cry, my eyes glued on my father. He pulls me up on my feet quickly and I scream for a second, before coming to my senses and stopping.

"Get on your knees, bitch" he growls. I whimper and try to run away. He sticks out a hand and snags my hair. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I start to sob. He pulls me from my hair down to the bed so I am lying down. "You know what happens when you don't cooperate" he sneers.

He pulls me towards him as I struggle to get away. He gets on his knees and proceeds to touch and prod my forbidden area. At least it's supposed to be forbidden. It feels strange and violating. I struggle against this monster. He just stops, looks up, growls and slaps me across the face. He goes back to torturing me with his fingers and alcohol infested mouth. I let out a whimper of protest. He just grunts and continues his disgusting activities.

I start to thrash around. I see him raise his eyebrows challenging me. I thrash and kick my legs harder. He looks down at my area and bites on the flesh. I scream in pain for the sensitive thing. He looks up like my scream reminded him of something important and rushes out of my room, leaving me alone on my bed. I turn on my side, curling into the fetal position. I sob and cry my heart out.

Thinking I was left alone for the night, I was surprised when my bedroom door bursts open again. I sit bolt-upright and look at the door. My father stands there again. He comes over to me and puts a ball in my mouth then, wraps the buckle on it around my head and ties it up at the back. A gag...

"I saw this and thought of you my dear." He strokes my cheek. He then goes back to what he was doing and played with my body. I had tears streaming down my face. He did such things that he had me writhing in discomfort. He did what he wanted for over an hour. He takes the gag off of me and strings of saliva still connect my lips to the ball. He puts the gag down.

"Now, let's try again." He says. "Get on your knees, bitch." He repeated his words like they were poisonous and need to leave his body immediately. This time I listened and got on my knees, defeated. "Suck my cock." I reluctantly opened my mouth, disgusted in myself for what I was doing. I put his thing in my mouth and made sure my lips were on it. I went in and out slowly. I did this until he said something. "Squeeze those lips together, go faster and go deeper." I listened and squeezed my lips a bit tighter and went a bit faster. "As tight as you can. As fast as you can. As deep as you can." He pronounced each syllable as if he were talking to a 2 year old, but with such venom as if I have just destroyed whatever meant most to him.

I tried as hard as I could - faster, tighter, deeper. He groaned and his legs stared to shake. "Fuck" he whispered. His legs trembled so hard he had to sit down. He made noises, as if he were dying. The monster looked down at me and pushed my head all the way down. He pulled out and went back in at such a fast speed, my eyes began to prick. "Squeeze you're lips together as hard as you can, Anna" he groans. I obey and he immediately screams so load, I'm sure the neighbours heard it.

As the monster makes me go even faster and deeper, I start to cry, my body throbbing at the need for oxygen. He makes me go so deep that I gag. "Ohhhh" he exclaims loudly. He makes noises so loud that I hear a slurred 'shut up' from down the hall. He goes even faster and lets my name slip from his disgusting mouth. He releases into my mouth. It's salty and gross but I swallow it because I know that if I don't, I'll be punished. He pulls out and lies down on the bed, exhausted.

He pants heavily and soon enough he is snoring on my bed.

(A/N SEXUAL CONTENT OVER, YOU CAN READ ONWARD.)

I cry and rush to the toilet to vomit. The vomit make me feel sick and I vomit once again. I go to the kitchen, still naked and get a glass of water. Drinking it, I wash down the bitter taste of stomach acids.

My mother walks in as I'm finnishing and sees me naked. She judges me. She judges me for no reason.
"You're a filthy slut!" And she hits me up the back of my head.

I run. And I cry. I run to my room and put some different clothes on. I run to the cupboard under the stairs and sleep there. It's always warm there, surprisingly. I get the pillows that are there and cover a large area with them to make a sort of bed. I fall asleep in less than 30 seconds.