Sometimes we feel like we got life all planned out. We plan for the future but fail to live in the present.
Everything seems perfect to the public eye but behind close doors it's the complete opposite. Heaven becomes Hell but we have no choice but...
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"What the fuck is this is" I heard a voice boom
I knew it was my father who just walked in but I was to scared to even look up but I knew I had to.
Nyrie jumped up and hurried to put his clothes on.
"I'm sorry sir" He said trying to walk out the door that my father was blocking
"You bet your ass is sorry. Get the fuck out of my house and I better not catch your stupid ass over here again understood" He yelled
"Yes sir" Nyrie said before running out leaving me alone with the monster I call father
I got up trying to run to the bathroom only to have my hair pulled causing me to fall back.
"So this what you when I'm not around? Huh? Be a little whore?" He yelled taking his belt off and whacking me with it.
"No. I swear we didn't do anything" I yelled trying to fighting him off.
"Stop lying. You disrespectful ass bitch" He yelled hitting me on my lower back with the belt
"Aww" I yelled out in pain.
"You want to be a whore let me treat you like one" He said through gritted as he unzipped his pants
I knew what he was doing. I tried to get some strength so I could run out but it was no used. He grabbed me inserting himself roughly making me cry out in pain
"Take it like the slut you are" He said with every thrust.
You would think that after 3 years of the same abuse I would get used it. But every night was just as painful as the first night he took my innocence.
After what felt forever he was finally done. He got his nut now he was leaving me here on the ground with his semen running down my legs.
He wasn't always this way. There was a time when I was daddy's little girl. I used to get anything I asked for. He treated me like a princess.
It started about 2 years after my mother passed away due to cancer. He fell into depression and soon lost his job. He turned to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain of losing my mother. One day he got so high off cocaine and drunk that he came home blaming me for my mothers death. He beat me so bad then eventually ended up taking my innocence. Ever since then it became a regularly thing. He would come home and beat me for no apparent reason. Or have his way with me to get all his frustration out. There is times where he's sober and I guess that's when the guilt takes over because that's when he showers me with gifts. He finds ways to get me the latest shoes or designer but once a drop of alcohol or drugs get in his system everything goes out the window
I got up off the floor grabbing a towel and heading into the shower. My body was so sore but I had to go to school. I've had perfect attendance all throughout high school so I wasn't about to start missing days. Especially since we just started the school year. I wanted to graduate with high honors so I could hopefully get a scholarship and get as far away as possible from this hell hole.
