Molly's Romance

Chapter Three

Hi Sorry FOr the Break Im back though!!!

Chapter Three

I laid in my room listening to music. My mum has banished me and I'm not allowed to leave my room. Not even for dinner. I sat in there, stareing at the same four walls. i was going crazy. My Mum brought up my dinner at night and four glasses of water a day. I opened the small window for some fresh air. I was definatly going crazy. My thoughts were tangled in a little maze I had where my brain should be.

"I'm coming in." It was my father. He smiled warmly. "Hey sweetie." He stroked the side of my face. "You are so beautiful. Your brown hair, your long legs, your small waist." He started to get creepy. He leaned in to kiss me. Not the kind of fatherly kiss, the kind of kiss lovers would share. This is sick!

He forced me down on to the bed, kissing me. "Don't fight it. You know you want to." He stroked my leg, all the way up to my thigh. I trembled in his grip. "Call me daddy." He grinned.

"Dad."

"It's daddy."

"Why?"

"It turns me on."

He raped me. Twice in two weeks I have been raped. I have bad luck.

I smashed the window that night and escaped. I had lost what little dignity I had left now. I have no choice but to run away. Far away from this town and the people living here.

I stopped at the train station. Waiting for a train to pass that I could sneak onto.After about two hours of waiting a kind man, with a shaved head, offered to buy me a ticket to London. I greatfully agreed. He smiled and paid the lady for my ticket.

"So where you planning to stay in London?" He asked me. I honestly didn't know.

"I don't know."

"You can stay with me and a few mates if you like."I nodded. This man was so kind and I didn't even catch his name.

"What's your name?" i asked him .

"I'm steven but you can call me steve." Steve. It was a nice name.The train for London turned up and we both hopped on board.