Short Stories

Daddy Loves Me

*Warning*
I know that this is a very touchy subject that might not be appealing to some readers. Please forgive me. I honestly don't know why this came into my mind but I know that this happens in real life. This part of my story is about a little girl who gets sexually abused by her alcoholic father as she keeps growing.
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I know that my Daddy loves me. He always gives me kisses and hugs me all the time. I'm only five, but I know what love is. My Daddy always takes me to school and waits for me when I come out. Daddy has a good job. And so does Mommy. But then, something very bad happened. Mommy didn't come home one day and the next. Daddy then got a phone call. I don't know what happened but I know Daddy was very sad.

I'm 10 now, and Daddy changed so much. He doesn't have his job and he drinks too much. He just drops me off at school, but doesn't wait for me anymore. He still kisses me, but he doesn't do it like before. He's rougher now. He also touches me in places my teachers said I should never be touched until I'm married. But I know my Daddy still loves me.

I'm 15 now. And Daddy is still the same. Only thing is he gets jobs here and there and we get by. We lost our house so we now live in a cheap and crappy apartment. He doesn't take me to school anymore. I'm old enough to know what my Daddy did and still does to me. He's more careful now because I might get pregnant. One day, I finally stood up to him and told him to stop. That was such a bad choice. He hit me. He hit me so much that I had bruises and cuts all over my face and body. I went to school the next day. I tried to hide everything as much as I could but it was no use. People still saw and stared and whispered. A teacher held me after class and asked me what happened. I didn't say much because I knew Daddy would be in a huge scandle. I went home that day, and Daddy was drunk as ever. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall as soon as I walked in. I yelled. I was scared. He was vicious and more monstrous than ever. He held me against the wall and ripped my shirt off and touched me all over. I couldn't take it anymore. I kicked him where I knew it would hurt. I ran out. I ran to my neighbor's house and asked to use the phone. I called the police and they took him. The last words I heard from him were;

"You know Daddy loves you very much."