I instantly threw my eyes open to see my father !
"What the hell are you doing ! " I screamed
" Come here baby girl it's gone be alright quit playing around"
I could smell the alcohol on his breath and it wasn't pleasant at all. My dad drinks a lot but it never ever has gotten this bad.
I shoved him off of me only to be yanked back by my ankle.
"Dad ! Stop! What the hell are you doing ! "
I kicked him with my foot that was loose. And scrambled to the top of my bed. He followed pulling me by my hair. I felt a strong jerk back and a quick pop in my neck. He instantly got on top of me unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure it would jump out my chest. That's when my adrenaline started rushing. I started punching him in the stomach with everything I had in me screaming for help. He instantly straddled me even harder this time holding my arms down. My dad had a very strong build. He wasn't fat at all he was just incredibly big and strong. I mean before he became a drunken bastard he was in the army.
"Keep screaming Cas and you'll get it worse. I promise" he slurred
That's when I shut up and let all my tears rush down. I knew there was nothing I could say or do besides get it over with. I never felt so sick to my stomach in my life. I seen him start to pull down his boxers and that's when my mothers words "Be Strong Cas" started floating in my head. That's all I needed. I planted both my legs on the bed. Kinda like I was going into a bridge and pushed up throwing my dad off balance. He fell off the bed with everything hanging out. That's when I jumped off and kicked him with all my might in the dick. He squirmed in pain. I grabbed the packed suit case from under my bed that had some of my clothes, shoes, personal hygiene items, accessories, and all the money I saved up in it with the money my mom left for me. I snatched the keys off my dresser and as I walked out kicked my dad in the side and called him a bitch. With that I walked out and got in my car. I don't know where I was gonna go. But I sure in hell wasn't staying here.
I drove around for a bit and parked in front of a motel. This was all I could think of. I had no friends, no family, no anything. It was definitely to late at night to call Carrie so I guess I was "SOL" (Shit outta luck). I went to pay for my motel room and put my suitcase on the bed. I needed a shower. I was still wearing my black leggings and pink pullover.(picture of Casandra above in MM) I needed to freshen up but mostly I wanted to wash the thought of my dad trying to rape me out of my head. I just don't understand how the man you called dad could even think of doing something like that. I don't care how drunk he was.
I walked to the bathroom with my honey shampoo and conditioner, pomegranate and lemon verbena dove body wash, my matching dove deodorant, my semi-wide toothed comb, and my loofa. I sat my items on the sink and turned on the shower. I got the water to the correct temperature I preferred, slipped my clothes off and stepped into the shower.. I washed my hair rinsed it out and then put conditioner in it. I combed it out and as I let it sit in my hair I scrubbed my body with my loofa and body wash. Pictures of my dad trying to rip my clothes off with his coming off as well played in my head. I instantly fled into tears. I was so scared and lost. And just tired of "being strong" but that was all I had left. I was drained. Still in tears I rinsed my hair and body off, climbed out and dried myself off. I slipped on a pair of maroon boy shorts underwear and a big T-shirt. I finished drying my hair and fell into bed. I stared at the ceiling with the thought of "if my mom were here I'd have someone to talk to". But how can you tell the woman who gave you life that you don't want it anymore ? Tears clouded my eyes and I rolled over to my left side clenching one of the pillows. Eventually my eyes got heavy not only from the crying but because I was exhausted. I let out a yawn that cracked and let sleep take over my body.
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RomanceCasandra is a cold hearted 17 year old girl who is all about herself, her money, and her game. No friends. No relationships. And definitely no more hurt. How can you blame her ? When all you have is yourself, you have to look out for JUST you. It's...