His drunken breath clouded my face, while I tried my best to stay still as he twirled the curls in my hair.I feared that if I moved he would get a fit and hit me; then I would cry and it would only make it worse. Daddy always said he didn't like weak people. I grabbed at the ends of my school skirt to keep from twitching away his roaming hands. When I came in from school, Daddy called me into the living room and told me to sit on his lap like he does everyday and asked me to tell him about out my day. I didn't want him to know about my day, I didn't want him to know anything.
But, I always do what he tells me because mommy told me that any good little girl listens to her parents. I wanted to be a good girl, but I wish it didn't hurt so much. I remember I didn't let him touch my face one day and he hit me real bad. He told me bad girls get punished.
He whispered that he loved me in my ear and I just nodded, trying to ignore the harsh smell coming from his mouth. He rubbed my shoulders and told me how pretty I was especially for my age, so I just simply nodded and smiled.He then placed his hands on top of mine and made small circles around my hand. With a stiff body I looked up in his face hoping that he wasn't going to start. His sick smile would make anyone think that he loved me, that he cared. But it was all a lie, including that smile. Seeing that was all I needed. I got up from his lap as quickly, but also as smoothly as could. I didn't want him to follow me as walked to the bathroom.
Hopefully today he wouldn't want to bathe me though it was probably too much to hope for. I walked around the corner shaking; praying like Mommy always told me to. I prayed for it to be over, for it to be different. By the time I was in the bathroom and pulling off my shirt, I heard heavy footsteps coming around the hallway corner. I wiped the almost invisible tears from the side of my eyes and told myself to be tough like a good daughter. I saw Daddy's hand on the door and prepared myself for whatever was to come.
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Forgotten Mentionables
WerewolfI remember back in the days when my life was simple. 1. No physical contact 2. Not failing school 3. Keeping my best friends from making me go insane That's all there was to it. Now there is a boy in my room talking in his sleep. And he INSISTS on...
