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→Chapter One

(Warning Chapter Has Scenes of Rape and Abuse)

          My bedroom window was cracked open letting the cold gentle breeze of Holmes Chapel, Cheshire in along with the smells of baked breads from the neighbor lady Mrs. Krista, and a drag from a cigarette smoke from another more closer neighbor named Mr. Sheen -must've had another fight with Mrs. Sheen- the aromas of my neighborhood let me escape the smells of alcohol my daddy drained from a Jim Bean bottle, the unsettling sounds of a footie game on t.v. along with daddy's harsh yelling as the opposing team scored another goal.

If mama was around she would've told daddy to quit yelling and get me for supper she probably would have made a home cooked meal (one of those things that made me miss her the most) of maybe corn beef and hash from her Irish heritage or maybe daddy would've been grilling outside listening to the radio, mama would've been inside making ice tea and preparing chips for the dinner of cooked chicken daddy use to burn and I'd complain picking off the burnt pieces.

But that wasn't happening because daddy was an alcoholic who cared nothing about his booze and footie, mama wasn't around any more because she took off when I hit the age of fifteen years old -I'm seventeen now- because she cared more about her pot then her family, I remember coming home from school and smelling the aroma of pot she just got, she said it was for headaches and suppose back pain but I knew she was lying.

Most girls my age would be missing there mamas but frankly I don't. If she loved me then she wouldn't have smoked her pot and left disappearing into old news like yesterday's paper!

Now I'm stuck with daddy who I don't think I can even bare calling him that anymore speaking of daddy his heavy footsteps are coming up the staircase the smell of Mrs. Krista's baked breads disappears engulfed in heavy liquor that stings my noes my thoughts began to run thinking about what my next move should be - await for daddy to come in and beat me, hide in the closet, pray to Jesus he leaves, or climb out the window and hope I don't fall to my death, death sounds good though instead I'm unable to choose as the door handle is turned revealing daddy who has a bottle of Jim Bean in his hand, his face sags from wasted youth his eyes use to be bright blue just like mine but they've been washed away to a duller harsh blush, his hair is darker then mine with hints of grey it's unattended to scraggly looking on top of his head, he's wearing a blue robe mama bought him for his thirty-first birthday it's unwashed though with undetectable stains, underneath the blue robe is a pair of grey boxers and no shirt revealing his beer gut and hairy chest I didn't even want to look at his feet. Daddy sways clutching the bottle then he steps close I stay still on the bed fearing on what his next move is.

A strike to the face has me falling to the ground coughing up blood it wasn't his regular slap it was a full blown punch to the face. Then daddy reaches down grabbing a hold of my blonde hair I inherited from mama he tugs my hair back making me stare at him with blood dripping from my mouth, he slurs "Y-Your a f-fucking mistake Wyoming! Fucking bitch ruined Norma and mines life together!" he spit in my face when he spoke I had tears streaming down my face unable to fight for myself as another punch to the eye had me crying out in pain.

Then daddy shoved me against the bed my head hit the wooden bars but it wasn't strong enough to knock me out, I looked up at my father's dark eyes as he dropped his bottle of Jim Bean his next move had me quivering with fear his hand disappeared into his boxers pulling out his penis I cried out for mercy as he grabbed my hair tugging my mouth he slurred "Suck it or else I'll kill you!" death would be nice but my face was tugged closer tears poured down my face as I took my own father's penis into my mouth obeying him, he made disgusting noises and pulled my hair making me take him farther the tears poured as I gagged feeling like I would vomit soon he pulled out before he cummed.

My own father grabbed a hold of me shoving me onto the bed that squeaked horribly beneath our wait, daddy climbed between my legs I begged him to stop but in his drunken state he didn't listen, I cried out when he slid down my pajama pants to my ankles revealing my purple panties.

Finally I took action a good knee to the groin had daddy moaning in pain, I shoved him away from me pulling up my pajama pants I got up and dashed down the stairs not even caring to grab any belongings rain pelted me as I took off down the street the cement hurting my socked feet I ignored the sounds of other people around me not wanting any attention as the blood poured down my mouth and the punch to the eye had me whimpering I ran till I reached what I wanted; the Holmes Chapel Cheshire bridge it was wooden with a large lake at the bottom but to me it was where the detectives would pull my lifeless body from I smiled at the thought wiping away the blood from my mouth as I began climbing onto the brick platform when suddenly a rush was lifting me off and holding me, I was paralyzed from the quick action as a warm figure clutched my body repeating the words "Don't do it.."

The figure moved suddenly pulling my paralyzed body, he scooped me up by the legs holding me the smell of lavender and cigarettes surrounded my senses as the figure set me down in the passenger seat of a black Cadillac with leather seats, he buckled me and got in on the drivers side, I didn't know what he looked like because his jacket covered his face mostly his large noes and pink mouth stuck out in my view then he was driving.

i apologize for the rape scene I'm not very good at writing those.

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