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"No!" She screamed, "Please, stop!" Her voice was desperate and pleading, but it made no difference. In spite of her desperate attempts to escape him; his hands continued to roam her body as if it was territory yet to be discovered though truthfully he had already explored every inch of her skin, even the most private places. Private places that were supposed to belong to her exclusively and anyone she willingly revealed them to. He didn't care though bringing her to the chilling realization that she was ultimately trapped. Trapped and relentlessly being tortured by a man she once trusted and loved. She was trapped in a never ending nightmare that would continue even when she woke.
She could feel his greedy hands caressing her body in places that she had never even touched herself. The feeling of his curious fingers dancing across her skin was a feeling she would never be able to forget. The vulnerability and helplessness she experienced in that moment created a sinking feeling inside her. "Please..." She whimpered.
Kat's body jolted awake from the vivid nightmare and she found herself lying in a thick pool of her own sticky sweat which had soaked through the oversized tee shirt she wore causing the material to cling against her petite trembling frame. She exhaled heavily as tears began brimming the corners of her dark eyes, she bit down hard on her lower lip mentally chiding to herself that it was far too early in the morning to cry. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she forced herself to move across the room towards the bedroom door which was slightly ajar. She shut the door swiftly, wincing as it creaked closed. The timid girl pressed her ear against the wooden surface listening for anything that may suggest her father was awake. When she heard the deep sounds of his snoring resonating from the couch where he had probably passed out the night before, she released a sigh of relief and stood quietly for a moment as the crippling fear of the dream she had just awoken from washed over her once more.
She recalled the nightmare wishing that it had been nothing more than a meaningless vision created by her subconscious, but this nightmare continued whether she was asleep or awake. It was the nightmare that she had lived on a daily basis for the past several years. Tears were beginning to brim her eyes once more as these terrible memories resurfaced, but she refused to allow a single tear escape. Instead, she composed herself and managed to muster enough courage to go to the bathroom; she walked slowly being careful not to wake her father whom would most likely rise near noon which was not uncommon due to the regular hangover he had every morning after getting wasted every night. Her father's brain had been soaking in alcohol for so long that he could hardly maintain a steady job much less talk without slurring his words or walk in a straight line. This was something Kat had learned to live with and it was one of the many things that had changed in her life after her mother left.
Kat closed the bathroom door behind her then locked it before undressing. As she stripped down, she stared at the dirty tile floor not wishing to look at her body in the mirror and be reminded of how she had obtained the bruises that covered her skin. In her own eyes, her body was the opposite of beautiful. She couldn't seem to look beyond the scars on her body, but rather could only see herself the way that her father treated her...like a worthless piece of trash. The marks on her body were memories that hurt like opened wounds, every time she thought of how those marks came to be. Kat pushed these memories away whenever they tried to revisit her, but she couldn't block them as easily from her mind at night where they tormented her endlessly; it was at night that her memories would return and she couldn't fight them. The worst part was knowing that most kids-or at least the kids that led normal lives- could have a bad dream and wake up feeling a sense of comfort in knowing that none of it actually happened, but Kat's nightmares were as real as herself.
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Take me away
Teen FictionKat was three years old when the fighting broke out between her parents and two years later they finally divorced. Ever since then she has lived with her father, but not by choice. Her father had changed when her mother left, his brain became consta...
