Chapter one
“NO! NO! NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE DON’T!” is all that I can say as this man that calls himself my father rapes me. I told my mother that it wasn’t a good idea for me to come here. I haven’t seen him in 5 years. The last time I saw him was when I caught him having sex with my nanny in my bed. That was the scariest sight that I’ve ever seen in my life. After that my mom packed me and my two older brothers up and we moved away. We left the bed of course because after seeing that I didn’t want it anymore. I mean would you?
Here I am lying here crying while this man swipes my v-card. All I can do is cry. I can’t do anything else. He has my hands and legs tied up so even if I wanted to do anything I can’t.
“If you tell anyone about this I swear that will be the last thing you ever do.” He said as he unties me. Anger is laced in every word he spoke. It makes me feel as though he hates me. But for what? I haven’t done anything to this man
When he left out I hurriedly grabbed my phone and called my mom. I really needed to go home. I needed the safety of my room. She answered on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Mom can you come get me.”
“Honey what’s wrong?” she asked. Worry threaded in every word she said.
Come on Hai’Dynn (hey-den) think. You got this. That’s the prep talk I give myself every time I lie. “Ummm….. I don’t feel good and dad is sleep and he doesn’t have any medicine that I can take.” Perfect she will totally buy that. Not a single flaw.
“Okay Honey I’ll be there soon.” Then she hung up. I swear I’ve never been so happy to hear those words.
I gather all my stuff and waited by the door for about 10 minutes before my mom pulled up. She blew the horn and I heard my father come running into the living room.
“Where the hell are you going? He asked. He is now number 1 in my most hated list.
“Home” I say as I quickly ran out of that horrid place away from that terrible man.
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Tis been 3 weeks since I seen my “father” 3 weeks and I still can’t get that horrid thought out of my mind. It hunted my dreams every night. 3 weeks of restless nights. No matter what I do I just can’t shake that thought. I’ve always thought that my first would be with the person that I love. I always pictured my first time to happen on prom night. You know after the dance me and my date/boyfriend would go to a nice hotel suite. When we get there he would have bottles of Champaign and rose pedals on the bed. I know I know its very cliché but hey that’s how I’ve always pictured it.
“Hai’Dynn what’s wrong?” my best friend Analah (a-na-la) asked. Analah is one of my closet friends. I’ve known her since I moved here which was five years ago. When no one else would talk to me Analah did.
“Huh? Yea I’m fine. Why?”
“You’ve just been out of it lately is there something you’re not telling us?”
“No not at all. I’m sorry what were you guys saying. ”Analah and Adrian both look at me because they know that I’m lying. But the others don’t and that’s a good thing.
“So what’s going on with you and Blake?” Mi’Airh (my-air) asked. Blake was my boyfriend of two months. Although we haven’t been together for long I feel us starting to drift apart. When we first go together we were so perfect not it’s just like ehh.
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