Mousy

8 Willow Ambrosia

I was sweeping the kitchen floor when I felt someone smacking my ass.

"You dirty, nasty slut. You are just begging for me, aren't you? You are no better than the hookers who beg for me to give it to them," my dad whispers in my ear as he grabs my boobs, pulling me closer so I can feel his erection above my butt.

He starts rubbing it back and forth and tears prickle my eyes. Just keep sweeping maybe he'll get bored...

"I know you like this. The last time you were screaming stop but don't think I didn't notice how wet you were for me."

I drop the broom when I suddenly feel the urge to puke. I know I don't deserve this. I know it I know it I know it.

Maybe I did something horrible in a past life?

Walking to the sink, I started washing my hands. Scrubbing them until they were bright pink and stinging.

He pushed aside my shorts when I was drying off my hands. That's when I started panicking.

Oh my god it's going to happen again. The more I struggle the worse it's going to be. He could lose interest if I just stand here. Yeah he has to. Last time I put up a fight and he enjoyed it too much.

He pressed me against the counter as he went inside. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, making me whimper and squeeze my eyes shut.

He licked up and down my neck and when he found the "perfect spot" he bit down. Hard. Blinking back the tears, I noticed there was a fork close to me.

Close enough to reach it. Okay Willow you can do this. Grab the fork and fucking stab him with it.

And that's what I did. I snuck my hand up to where it was, not like he was paying any attention, and shoved it behind me where it sank into his shoulder.

He immediately got out and off of me and started screaming.

His breathing was heavy and his eyes were filled with rage. He gritted his teeth, making the veins pop out of his forehead, and took it out of his shoulder.

"You are going to pay for that. Did you think you could honestly do that and get away? I know exactly what I'm going to do with this," my dad chuckled and I didn't hesitate to make a run for it.

I didn't get far. I was halfway to my room when I got tackled from behind.

He pressed my face against the floorboards and once again pushed aside my shorts. Instead of him going inside me, it was the fork.

"I'm going to fuck you with this like the stupid whore you are. You're going to bleed and you're going to love it. You are nothing but a fuck toy who I get to use whenever and however I want.

I will take you on the couch, in the kitchen, in the laundry room, even in the bathtub. If you even try to stop me the next utensil I will use will be a knife and I'll cut you up so bad no one will ever want you.

Who am I kidding? Even if I don't cut you up, no one is still going to want you. You're useless and pathetic and goddamn stupid.

Wake up bitch!"

I sit straight up gasping for breath. Someone tries to touch my shoulder and I let out a scream without meaning to.

Scooting back, I look around and realize where I am.

It was just a dream. It was only a dream Willow.

I cover my face with my hands and I just let the tears fall. I can feel the guys staring at me but at this point I don't really care.

I don't care about anything actually.

I wouldn't care if I got hit by a train and died or if I suddenly had a heart attack and tragically passed away. I don't even care that here I am, crying my eyes out like the useless idiot that I am, in Ethan's car because we were driving back to Jared's house after getting IHOP.

I just give up.