The Bad Boy's Sleeping Beauty

Chapter 15

I traced my curious finger around his chest in organic patterns. He looked so peaceful as he slept and I felt my heart ache for him because when he woke up he'd have to go through hell. But, now it was my turn to return to the cruel world. I had to leave before my father realized that I wasn't home and decided to go looking for me.

Slowly I lifted myself up and put my shoes on. I silently left the right room sadly. I would've loved to stay but I knew I couldn't so deciding to write Zayne a little post-it note I scribbled the words:

Sorry. Had to leave. Will see you at school <3
Hope your mom is okay send my regards.

Love
A

And then I stuck the post-it against his front door before stepping out of the door. I jogged across the street that separated us for so many years, looking back to reassure myself that he was just there.

Opening the door silently was difficult because the door always creaked and this time didn't make a difference. I winced at the terrible sound but quickly stepped in, closing the door behind me. As I tried to sneak up the stairs I came face-to-face with him.

I stared up at my fathers red and blotchy face. He was clearly drunk, judging by the way his body swayed a little and the redness in his eyes. Looking at him at that moment I felt fear begin to claw its way into the pits of my stomach.

I spun around to run back to the door as the sudden realization crept into my mind. He grabbed my arm and yanked me back to him, stumbling a little. I wanted to scream for Zayne to come and save me but I knew he wouldn't hear me, no one would but I screamed and shouted nonetheless.

My mind just kept repeating:

This could not be happening again.

But it was happening and I didn't have any other way of getting out of the situation. My mind tried to block the words he was saying to me but they bashed their way through.

"We're family, Rori," he slurred and pulled me closer to him, "you're supposed to help daddy and not sleep around with other douchebags."

I felt bile rise in my throat as I inhaled the awful stench of alcohol that was emitting from him. His words frightened me to no end and I felt tears begin to trickle down my skin.

"Zayne!" I screamed, shrieked and shouted but the door remained closed and unmoving.

I cried as my father inhaled my scent. His own daughters scent.

"Mommy isn't here anymore," he continued, "I think you need to fulfill her place."

I slapped him and I punched him but he wouldn't let go of me. I screamed as I felt my own fathers hand grip my butt. I felt sick to my bones and I felt like my vision was wavering as the tears poured from my eyes.

He grinned at me and his hands began to try and lift my t-shirt. I slapped his hands away and wriggled away, falling to floor but he just sat on my hips, preventing me from crawling away.

"Please!" I begged.

For a moment something flashed in his eyes but then his drunk self was back and he was smirking down at me.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't hurt you." He ran his hand down my cheek.

I moved my face away and sobbed harder as I realized that there might not be anything I can do anymore. But I wouldn't give up.