Your P.O.V.
Gotta hide, gotta hide, gotta hide. He's coming and I have to hide. I hear him cry out.
"(Y/n).... Where are ya? I know you're here. Come out right now and your punishment won't be that bad."
The cupboard! He'll never look there. I lock the bathroom door and climb under the sink in the cupboard. He slams on the door.
"(Y/n) (Y/m/n). Open this goddamned door right now. I swear to god if I have to break it down, I'll kill you dead. Right here. Just like your whore mother. You want that? You want to die on the bathroom floor? You little slut. I just want some fun. Open the door and I won't kill ya. I'll just fuck ya. That's all I want. I'll even use a condom. Just open the door." He rants.
Clearly he's drunk off his arse. An old Irishman at his best. But of course, I don't want to die. So I crawl out from under the sink and open the door.
"Good girl. Now take your clothes off. I wanna see that pretty little body of yours." He slurs out.
I can smell the alcohol on his breath. Once again, I do as I'm told. I'm now standing completely naked in the bathroom in front of him. He stares for a minute, then smiles. He begins to touch me. I flinch and he laughs.
"Oh you. This is only the beginning..." He says.
Then he pulls out his member and makes me get down on my knees. He shoves himself in my mouth and down my throat. I gag and want to throw up. But I don't, because if I do, I'll be dead. He moans out. He then takes me to his bedroom. He pushes me down on the bed and climbs on top. He lowers his hips and slams into me. I yelp in pain and surprise. He laughs once again. He begins to move in and out to his pleasure. He groans out and the tears stream down my face. He grabs my breast and licks my nipple. I hate this so much. He pulls out and flips me over. He then goes right back at it. I bite the blanket to stop from screaming in pain. It shouldn't hurt. This isn't the first time this has happened. I think it's just the way this is happening.
He finishes off inside of me. He lied about the condom. He then stands up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and I run to my room. It's fairly basic. A bed, a dresser, and a closet. Not even a desk. I'm already naked so I go to my bathroom and start to shower. Tears still falling. I try and get as much cum out as possible. I guess I'll be paying a visit to the doctors to check this out. I get out of the shower and wash my face. I walk over to my closet and get dressed. I then go back to the bathroom to dry and brush my hair. I finish and stare at myself in the mirror. Dry lips, dull eyes, I look like death himself. The one thing I can stand about myself is my hair. It's long and thick and dark brown. I love it more than I love myself. If anything were to happen to it I'd be devastated.
I go back over to my closet and just stare at it. What if I packed everything I could and ran? Would he find me? Would I survive? It'd be a whole lot better than this hell hole, that's for sure. I make a decision. Why the fuck shouldn't I? What's he going to do? Kill me? He'd have to find me first. And he's drunk eighty five percent of the time. So it would be pretty hard for him to do that. I hear the water still running so he probably fell asleep. I tiptoe back into his room and find his cash envelope. I look through it. Nearly five thousand dollars. Holy shit. How does he have all this? Actually, I don't care. I take it and go back to my room. I shove it into a duffle bag. I then start putting clothes in. I put as many as I can in and zip it up. I put it aside and work on the next one. I fill all my bags and empty my closet. I throw the bags out of my window. I'll grab them when I go out. I grab the keys to my mum's car. She hasn't used it. Clearly, being as she's dead. I check his room and my room once more, then I quietly exit the house.
I get to all my bags and grab as many as I can. I shove them into the back of now my Ford Explorer. Lots of room I guess. I go back and get the rest of them. I throw them in and look for the money envelope. I find it and fold it so it fits in my pocket. I climb into the drivers seat and start the engine. I pray to God that didn't wake him up. I peel out of the drive way and take off. I have no idea as to where I'm going. All I know is it's away from here.
I drive for a while in silence. It's just me and the car. It's so eerily quiet. I decide to turn the radio on. I flip through the stations and eventually land on a song which sounds remotely okay. I drive for a while longer and stop at a 24/7 gas station. I fill the car and grab a water bottle from inside. I pay for the gas and water and head off again. I drive and drive and drive. No where in particular. I explore the Irish countryside. I've probably traveled nearly 300 miles away from that monster. That monster being my father.
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(A/N)
Hey guys! Thanks for the reads, if you actually read it. But this is my first (person x reader) kinda book. I hope you enjoy it!
