Love That Hurts

Love that hurts: Chapter 1

 12th august 2004:

I was in a deep sleep, dreaming about how my life was horrible and how i wished it was. I dreamt of a knight in shining armour charging towards me, to rescue me from my abusive parents and peers. But when he was a few inches away, he vanished. I was shocked and began screaming “save me! Please don’t go! I need you!” but he didn’t come back, but all of a sudden i woke up to a shadow hovering over me, panting. It was him. My father. He was moaning, groaning and panting vigorously. I was completely taken aback with what was happening. I didn’t know what was going on until he stopped, jumped off of me and walked out of my room. I didn’t understand what had just happened, it wouldn’t register that i had just been raped. I immediately felt a sharp pain go through my stomach and i ran to the toilet. I was vomiting non-stop. I felt lifeless; however my attention was on the blood that was coming out of my mouth. I didn’t know what it was and why it was happening. I started to panic but i couldn’t do anything. I knew if i even asked for help or went to get it on my own, my parents would flip and i would suffer severe consequences. I couldn’t do anything apart from sit in a corner and cry. It was 2:47am and i had no energy but i knew i wouldn’t be able to sleep so i decided to have a shower to wash my father’s scent off of me. It was 4:15am when i felt a sudden pain in my head. I was banging my head with my fist from the excruciating pain i was going through. I couldn’t help the screams coming out of my mouth. BANG! My door flew open to a very angry looking mother and father. They both stomped in, looking at me with disgust in their eyes. My mother motioned my father to see what was happening. But what came next was shocking.

“Ahhhh....daddy please stop...i beg you...please daddy...mommy help...please mommy...help”

I was being abused by my father in front of my mother. She just stood there watching, as if it was a comedy film but to me it was a horror film. I couldn’t help the screams that escaped my mouth but the way my father was crushing me with his weight and roughly forcing himself on and in me, was painful. I just wanted it to stop. But it didn’t, it lasted for atleast half an hour until my father got of me.  My mother handed him his belt... BANG! He whipped the belt on my bare legs and bottom. He gave atleast 20 whips on each thigh, followed by another 20-40 whips on my bottom, but he still wasn’t satisfied as he began whipping the rest of my body. It lasted for atleast a few hours because it was dawn when he finally stopped. My body was bruised and battered when they left. I couldn’t move my body, it was completely numb. I couldn’t cry as i poured all my tears out whilst being abused and whipped. I was emotionless. I felt fragile, i was soar down below and i couldn’t move. It was now 8am on a Thursday. What a wonderful way to start of my day. Note the sarcasm.

No matter how bad i was suffering i still had to go to school, No matter what. I could even be dying but my parents would drag me to school. They believed that if I took days of school then the school would get suspicious and start raising stupid questions. Thus i had to go to school.

But my condition was extremely bad. I could barely move, i had dried up blood on my body, scars everywhere and my parents expected me to go to school. I couldn’t move without a tear forcing itself out my eyes. So how did they expect me to spend 6-7hours in school going up and down stairs?

But before i could think anymore, my mother stormed into the room. “Oi you little bitch, you have twenty minutes to get ready. Your father is going to be generous enough to give you a lift to school as he felt sorry for you. I don’t see why but he is going to drop you off in twenty minutes. So i suggest you get that pret- oops i forgot it aint that pretty anymore is it!” she laughed loudly in my face before walking out.  I immediately went into the bathroom, washed my face up, brushed my teeth, cleaned up some of the more visible marks followed by walking into my bedroom. I was experiencing stronger pains as i was pushing my body to the max and over. My limbs were sore. I could barely move my legs but i had to hurry up. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans with a brown tank top followed by a black hoodie. This was all to cover the bruises that i was stuck with. I grabbed my black vans, put them on, grabbed my school bag and rushed out the room, knowing my father would be waiting.

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As soon as my father parked up, he grabbed my hair and gave me a tight kiss on the lips. Before leaving he said “bye bye sweetie, meet you after school, i have a surprise planned, so don’t be late. Oh and please be prepared for the sweet dessert you going to get, however keep in mind that don’t be late, you don’t want the desert to go cold” he then winked and pushed me out of the car.

I felt sick. I watched him leave the car park and i just hoped he would crash and die. I turned around and clashed into a hard wall. I was rubbing my already sore limbs, when a very angelic voice spoke up “hey, I’m not that hard” it was Daniel. He looked somewhat amused at my reaction, if only he knew why my reaction was what it was. I didn’t bother replying, i just blanked what he said and walked away.

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Throughout the whole day i was dreading going home, i just wished that school would drag on.  I didn’t want to go home to my “surprise” i felt sick just thinking of the word ‘surprise’. The word had no meaning based on happiness but instead to me the meaning was gruesome and vile. I didn’t like surprises as i knew they all involved some form of sexual abuse. To my disadvantage, school flew by quickly and i didn’t even realise when it was time to go home, that’s how fast the day went. Looks like the fates were yet again upset with me. I walked into the car park and my first ‘surprise’ was waiting. It was my father’s friend Billy.

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So heres chapter 1 my beauitfuls!

Thank you to those giving it a chance, i promise not to disappoint.

There is a lot coming in this book!

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-CreativeAysha :)