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WARNING: DISTURBING CHAPTER AHEAD! MENTIONS RAPE, ABUSE, ETC. VIEWER DESCRIPTION ADVISED. 


My dad will and will always be an abusive father. 3 years ago my mother died of cancer. Ever since my mother had passed, my dad has been abusing, molesting and raping me. I try cover up my scars and bruises from previous things my dad has done to me, yet, it never works. 


Flashbacks started to rush back to me.


"Dad what are you doing?" I asked.


"Nothing," my dad smirked.


"Uhh - dad?"


"Why don't we have some fun, hmm?" He smirked again, but this time it was scarier than the last time. 


I backed up, every time he took a step forward, that's when I bumped into a wall. I was trapped, there was nothing I could do.


When he came closer to me, he stood one inch from me. His long, bony fingers caressed my cheek, it sent shivers down my spine. 


I was panicking, I  squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that everything was just a dream, but it was not. 


I was always helpless, like a little child. Weak and tired. 


When things got even more intense, he pushed on the bed and pinned me down. I screamed, kicked, but what was the point in it if he was stronger then me. I was nothing but a useless person, all I ever wondered was why I deserved this, why was born and why am I still alive. 


I wanted to escape his grip. I wanted to have a normal dad, I wanted to have a normal life, but this is what I get in return for loving him as my dad. I closed my eyes and painfully let everything happen to me. Again.


The next morning:


I was too afraid to even look at my father after what he had done to me all these years.


"Did you have fun last night?" My dad winked at me. He was absolutely disgusting.


I shivered of the thought of what he did to me.


I kept a straight face. "Yes," I spoke in a monotone voice. That's what I was trained to say.


"Good, 'cause we are moving out today," he announced.


"Oh.."


Neither of us spoke, though, I'm glad that we're moving away from this place. It was full of terrible and disgusting memories.


 But what's worse is that I have to be stuck with my asshole of a father.


I went to open the door but I was stopped by a strong grip. "I have to tell you something," Dad spoke in a hushed tone. His eyes were wary... that's never a good sign.

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