Heart Beat // adopted by Demi Lovato

(3)

After walking no where, I decided it would be best to just go home. I know my father's home by this time, and I don't exactly know what he's going to do when I walk in the door. I never know anymore.
He used to be nice. We used to be best friends. He would always take me places and do cool stuff with me, like a dad and daughter are suppose to do, but then my mom left for some unknown reason and he decided to blame it on me.
'You made her leave'
'If we didn't have you, she would still be here'
'I should have made her get an abortion'
All these statements he constantly tells me hurt, but I know it's true. Not really looking for a pity party so I don't want y'all saying 'poor baby' or 'I feel so bad for her' because I will bite you.
               I'm just stating the facts. My father hates me now, and It's all my fault.

                After 10 or so minutes, I arrived back at my house. I stopped walking when I got to the door, and took a very deep breath. Not knowing what he's going to do, I risked my life by opening the door slowly. I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't find him anywhere, but then quickly changed to curiosity as to where he was. He's usually back by now.
Pushing that feeling aside, I quickly went upstairs, terrified that he will catch me if I'm not quick enough. I headed to my room and put my school shit down and took my shoes off. After doing that, I flopped on my bed, happy to be home. I stayed on my stomach for a good 5 minutes before getting up to get my computer. I started searching for YouTube videos such as Liza Koshy's videos and singing videos just cause I was bored. I don't really have anything else to do because I can't drive yet and my father isn't home or anything. I checked the time just to see what time it was,

5:15.

He should definitely be home by now.
After contemplating whether or not to look around the house for him, I decided to risk my life, yet again, by seeing if he was anywhere around.
I checked all around the house. In his room, in the kitchen, in the dining room, in the movie room, outside both back and front, and the bathroom.

He was no where to be found.

I was getting kind of concerned. I know I shouldn't be, considering the son of a bitch raped me, but he's still my father, and he will always have a piece of my heart, regardless of how fucked up he is now.

I was about to go back upstairs, when I heard the door open.

It's him. Drunk out of his mind.
Damn.

I tried to get away, but he was too fast. He grabbed me by the arm and roughly pulled me down the stairs, despite my yells and whimpers, he didn't really give a shit.

"Why did I get a call from the principle saying that you ditched school?" He slurred. Shit I totally forgot about that.
"Be-because I d-did" I didn't really know what else to say other than that.
"You little slut thought you could just do whatever the fuck you want, huh? Well that's not how it goes, and I'm gonna show you what happens when you decide to ditch school like today." He stammered out, pulling at his belt loops to get his belt out.
"P-please don't. I-I promise I w-won't do it a-again." I stuttered. That didn't stop him from whacking me on the back with his leather belt. I yelped in pain, but tried my hardest to not cry. I don't cry.
After being hit several times, he decided that apparently that wasn't a good enough punishment for me, so he pulled me to the couch and ripped all of my clothes off in one swift motion and pushed me down so he could have easier access to my.. girl part.
All I felt was his mouth slowly trailing down there, not really know what he's doing. He's never done this before.

                   I gasped loudly when I felt his tongue in my vagina, basically tongue fucking me. I hated it. I hated it so much, but I couldn't stop him. He's  a lot stronger than me, a 12 year old. I just had to let him do this sick, disgusting thing to me no matter how much I wanted him to stop, he would not stop until he was ready to stop.
                  Once he was done doing that 'thing' down there, I saw him position himself to where his dick was aligned with my vagina. Without warning, I felt him thrust inside me, not slowly either. Once his dick was all the way inside me, he started to jam harder and harder, repeatedly until I fell limp on the couch, not being able to move.
                   "Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight, or at all." He smirked at me, making me want to slap it off his face, but I knew I wouldn't. He did this for another 30 long and painful minutes before he stopped suddenly and went upstairs, leaving me to curl up in a ball and cry.

                  After an hour of sulking on the couch, I built up the courage to go upstairs and into my room. I located my phone off of my night stand and checked the time. It was now 8:00 p.m.
I limped to my bed and slammed my body on it, couldn't be more happy to
Finally lay down without a dick in my vagina. I grabbed my laptop and watched more videos like the ones I watched before. I got so caught up in the videos that I barely heard the loud bang coming from outside of my room.