In Daddy's Arms

In Daddy's Arms - Prologue

There's should be a new picture of a new character every update.... With this update it is "Brookyn Star Warner"

Prologue

My name is Brooklyn Star Warner and I am 15 years old. I used to live in a nice house with my mom, dad and my big brother Kent. I used to be 'daddy's little girl' and would run to him with any problem knowing he could fix it. He used to be my big protector and saviour when I needed him. He used to love mommy, Kent and me and we used to have fun just sitting and playing together as a family. But most importantly we used to be happy.

Everything changed when I was 6 years old. Daddy came home and said he had a bad day at work and thought we should all go out to dinner to make up for it. We all got ready and headed out to a little restaurant down the street. We had dinner, laughed and joked, not knowing that that was the night that everything would change.

On our way home we got hit by a drunk driver, and all four of us ended up in the hospital for weeks. The only one that didn't make it out was mom. They said that she almost made it but the damage from the crash was too much for her to survive. We all cried when we found out and went home one member short of our perfect family.

Ever since that night daddy started acting different. Not too different just not quite himself. He would stay out late and come home sometimes smelling like alcohol. Those were the nights were Kent had to look after me seeing as I was too young, even though he was only 2 years older. He would make sure I had something to eat and was clean for the next day. Dad just changed completely as he tried to handle the loss of his wife.

When I was 11 years old, dad started to look at me differently. He started coming home sober and would even try to have family dinners like the old days. Kent and I thought that he had finally vented his anger about the accident and things would go back to the way they were before. We were wrong.

Dad may have stopped drinking, but he started to get more violent towards Kent and I. I remember the first time dad hit Kent. Kent wanted to go out on a Friday night but dad said no and Kent just kept pushing the subject. Dad slapped him across the face with me standing just inches away.

I also remember the first time he hit me. I had just got home from school and went up to my room. Dad came in a little bit later and told me how beautiful I was like always. He said that I looked just like my mom and that sometime when he catch's me smiling he thinks about her and how she would have been so proud of me. I thought he was being nice and I gave him a hug which he gratefully returned with a kiss on the cheek. He started kissing me on the lips, but not like a dad should kiss their daughters. When I tried to pull away his grip on me tightened to where I had a bruise forming. When he finally pulled away he had a different look in his eyes. Saying that he loved me, but not the proper way. He went to kiss me again after staring at me and I got out of his grip falling to the ground. He quickly grabbed me and held me up to a standing position, slapping me so hard I fell to the ground in an instant.

That was also the first day my dad and I's relationship changed. He would always come into my room at night when Kent was asleep and lay down beside me. Holding me tight to his chest. I knew something was wrong but I also knew that if I tried to pull away he would just hit me again.

But the nights started to get more worse than just holding, it led to kissing then touching and when I about 14 dad did something to me that changed everything completely. He forced himself upon me and raped me that night. He said that he loved me just as much as mom and that he would never let anything happen to me. He said that I would get anything I would want for only my love in return. But I didn't love him like that, I loved him like a father, the way I was suppose to. So he started to get angrier every time I would pull away from him, and would try and convince me to have sex with him. But I would always deny and he would end up forcing himself upon me telling me that I will love him someday even if it led to him teaching me so.

Kent never knew about what dad did behind my bedroom door. That is until one night he heard me crying and walked in to check on me. He found dad covering my mouth with his hand and him inside of me. Kent became so angry with what he saw he walked over to dad and started to beat him up. Kent was 16 at the time so the fight didn't last that long before dad turned around and fought back leaving Kent unconscious and bloody on the floor. After that night dad started hitting Kent every day, making sure he always had a new bruise.

But every time dad would hit Kent I would wait for dad to leave before helping Kent clean up. Just like Kent would always help me after dad had his fun with me. Kent and I became very close, knowing the true feelings behind the plastered face we have to put on when we walk out the front door. We always had each other to lean on no matter how much dad hurt us.

The only problem now, is that Kent is going to graduate at the end of the year, leaving me alone with dad. He keeps on telling me that I would just come with him and they would move somewhere far away. But I know what dad would do, he would find us and take me back. He thinks I belong to him, and he would stop at nothing to have his beautiful 'Brooklyn'. I know there's no way out of it, and by now I know my place in life... In daddy's arms.