My Baby Girl

Chapter 5

The light in his office is off but he pulls the blinds down anyway. "Stay quiet" he hisses. He pushes me down on to the teachers desk. He pins my arms above my head with his one huge hand. I hate myself for wearing a dress. I'm making it easy for him. He pulls my dress up. I kick my legs so he sits on them which hurts. He pulls down my tights and pants and I struggle. Anything to get him off me. But I know it won't work. It's happened so many times before. He unzips his trousers and pulls them down. Along with his underpants. He already has an erection. How the hell is he turned on by a tiny eleven year old like me? He pushes into me. I try to get him off but I can't. He one hand on my arms and is now lay on top of me. He has his other hand over my mouth. He is thrusting into me and it hurt. A lot. Silent tears fall down my face. I just try to imagine I'm somewhere else. In my bed at home with mum. Or in dads appartement in Manhattan, or the beach house in Massachusetts dad takes me to. Anywhere but here. "Oh Grace," my teacher is saying "you're such a good girl for me. I've missed my special girl over Christmas. I've missed our little secret." He's still inside me and it still hurts. "Please stop," I say as he takes his hand off my mouth. "Oh you tease Grace, playing hard to get!" This carries on for a few more agonising minutes. I count my times tables in my head to take my mind off what he is doing to me. I used to love maths at primary school. Before I had Mr Kemper as my teacher. He pulls out of me finally. And pulls me up "Tea?" I shake my head. I run up to my room and have a shower. Wishing I could wash the memories off. I've not felt clean for the last 5 months since I started school. He had sex with me the first time in the first week in september.