Only Forever

chapter 1-infultrated in the worst ways

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you probably have read my other stories, but this one i will only be writing in lowercase letters. i have another story i want to write, also having this format, called welcomed(may never post it but yanno) but this isn't part of that.

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i tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as the red liquid slipped from my lips. i gasped slightly, because it had been good for a few days.

but i always knew that it would never stay that way.

"renee." my father's voice was slurred, but i could still hear anger in his voice. i didn't move from my spot on the floor, but my heart still raced. i wouldn't be surprised if the beating stopped in the next few minutes.

he took a step forward, tottered slightly, then took another step. he was so close to me that i could smell the alcohol on his breath and the cigarette smoke that lingered in his lungs.

"i told you not to move my bottles." he hissed as he clutched the wall above me.

"t-they were in the-" before i finished my sentence his leg jutted out. the contact he had made at my side made me scream, but then the pain came.

jolts of it ran up my sides as the blood started to soak my white tank top a dark maroon color. i groaned slightly as i blinked tears from my eyes.

he wouldn't do it.

not again.

i had thought too soon.

he gripped his bottle in his left hand then turned it upside down as the liquid rapidly escaped the prison it was in.

i screamed even louder as the cool liquid reached my bloodied skin. the searing pain followed close after, and i fell sideways on the cold tile floor.

my blonde hair stuck to my bare throat and tears started to stain my rosy cheeks. my vision had started to blur, but i could still see the horrid creature above me.

"don't ever move my bottles." he spat as he kicked me again in the stomach. my body screamed in agony, but i kept my scream to myself. i knew what would happen next would be worse than this.

i felt my petite body being lifted from the floor, and i instantly felt the need to get away.

"run," my brother had always said.

"run before he comes back."

and i tried. so many times, it was hard to count. but sometimes you can't escape hell, but only wander through it searching for an exit.

my body ached as i was dropped on my futon bed. my head pounded as blood dripped down into my mouth. all i could smell was iron and alcohol, which probably was not the best things for a 15 year old to be smelling.

i felt bare hands crawl up my bare legs, but i didn't resist. i knew that would lead to more pain. so i laid as still as possible and tried not to shudder as i heard my shorts button click open. i tried to block out everything and crammed my eyes shut.

it will be over soon.

soon.

but for some reason, soon couldn't come fast enough.

i didn't cry when the hands crawled up the front of my shirt. i tried to ignore it, but it was quite hard. having someone touch you whilst being so vulnerable, it was pretty unbearable.

i didn't shy away as i felt the cloth being removed from my chest. i felt bare and cold, and yet i stayed exactly where i was, only afraid of what lay next for me.

when i felt wet lips touch my neck, i instantly felt the need to move away.

run.

my brother's words burned through my mind as the lips moved to my collar bone.

just run.

i breathed in deeply as my father's lips moved farther down my body. my heart race increased as i started breathing rapidly. i could hear him unbuckling his jeans, and then i instantly regretted not going when i could.

i shivered as his bare skin met mine. it was worse than being kissed by my father, but having him infiltrate my body was pure torture. i tried not to flinch as he slapped me, or as he started to slip my shorts off.

please run away with me.

why couldn't i have just gone with him?

why?

my body was nearly on the edge of flinching, but the last time i did that i ended up with scars and bruises.

after at least ten minutes he stopped. abruptly. i tried to look up to see what was going on, but my eyes were glazed over to the max. i caught a glimpse of my clothes on the floor next to me, but then i was shoved back.

my head slammed against the hard mattress, and immediately i felt as if i was crushed by a truck. i felt a sticky tongue on my bare stomach and i instantly bit my cheek to stop from screaming.

please.

my breathing slowed as he slowly went down my body. my breathing hitched as he reached my thigh area.

renee, run while you can.

when he finally finished coating my body in his saliva he started rubbing my sides again. wherever his fingers went, a trail of fire was left behind. i bit my lip hard enough that i could taste blood.

after he traced every part of my body, i believed he was finally done. but sadly i was wrong.

his face moved towards mine until it merely hovered a centimeter over mine. he slammed his lips against mine, and then started rubbing circles in my hips with his blistered fingers. his lips sucked mine, and then his tongue penetrated my barriers.

i gagged slightly but i remained perfectly still, remaining a servant. a servant who so badly wanted to escape.

when he finally finished eating my face he removed his dripping lips and then placed them to my ear.

"don't move my bottles again, and we won't have to do this again. but then again, move 'em as much as you want." his hot breath tickled every nerve in my body, and i still stayed motionless. he smiled cruelly as he gave me a slobbery kiss on the side of my face. he patted my cheek, not gently, and then wrapped a wet hand around the back of my neck.

"and this is why i always liked you best." he then removed himself from on top of me, buckled his jeans, and then hobbled out of our living room to go and get more drunk probably.

i laid motionless on the bed for a few moments longer, the ratty old blanket starting to itch my bare skin.

i rolled onto my side and then started to silently weep. i hurt so bad. not just my outsides, but my insides also. i could still taste the alcohol from his mouth in mine, and the burning sensation of alcohol on open flesh.

i laid naked on my bed, freezing cold, my pride gone, vulnerable, until i cried myself to sleep.

just run.

run until you can't run anymore.

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hehe sorry to start this chapter off in a weird way.

just trying to set the mood for the story:)

next chapter won't be weird (like this kinda weird) so please read it if i post another chapter!

(another procrastination story, sue me)

but seriously, this first chapter was just weird because it was meant to show what renee is going through at home, but hopefully i won't have to write another chapter like this again><

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well, love y'all :*

keep reading on:D