Dear Daddy

Chapter 29

*READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END*

I stare at the ceiling in pure shock. They actually did it. I was raped. Not by 1 guy but by 4. Claudia always told me that my mum is always looking down at me and no matter what I'm doing, she's proud of me. How could she be proud of a disappointment like me? Here I am, in a hotel, at the age of 13, after being raped by 4 guys.

I cover my body with the blanket and let the tears continue to stream down my face. I'm so weak. I'm to scared to try and move. Is this my life now? Is this what's going to happen for the rest of my life until I turn out like Claudia? No one wants to buy me so I get shot in the head? I have a great life to live up to. My future is basically planned for me.

I turn my head to the side and notice my notepad and pen. I push my arm down and wince as I grab it and pull them both back up. I look down at my arm and notice bruises forming. I see my clothes there too and quickly shove them all back on. I feel so dirty. I sit against the back of the bed and wince again as I write.

31st January

Dear Daddy

I know I usually don't write twice in one day but I hate life. I hate everything. I just want to die. The guy who picked me up his name was Steven. He took me to this hotel room and there were 2 other guys there. They seemed to be actors because they hugged me and one of them actually cried. One of them actually had the guts to tell me I was just like you. How the hell would they know what your like?

I tried to get them not to rape me and I told them about you. I told them about mum trying to convince them. I then heard a voice. I looked up and thought it was you. It turned out to be Troy. He was wearing a wig and pretended to be you just to break my heart. He raped me daddy. Not just him. In total 4 of them did it.

I feel so dirty daddy. Is this my life now? I'm basically a prostitute and I'm only 13! Troy told me he knew all about the letters but I don't care. I'm going to continue to write and you know why? It's because your the only person who keeps me going. Knowing you have a good life and that your happy keeps me going. It keeps me alive. It makes me feel alive to know the one person I care about is happy.

One day daddy, I will find a way out of this place and the first thing I will do is find you.

I love you daddy,

Love Bella Rose Murray Styles ❤️

I place the completed letter in an envelope with the pre-written address on it. I push it into my bag before deciding to try and stand. As I stand to my feet the pain becomes unbearable before I fall back onto the bed and burst into tears. I hear the door open and see Troys sick smile looking my way.

"Ah I see you've learnt not to try and move so much. Your a whore and you know it. I bet you want me to do that to you again" I continue to sob and soon enough my body begins to shake. I shake my head 'no' repeatedly.

Troy slowly moves closer and I begin to scream and wail. He finally stops in front of me and places his hand on my inner thigh. I continue to scream and the door bursts open to find Steven. He pushes Troy off me and I move away to the other side of the bed. My body continued to shake as I witness Troy being held down by Steven.

"Dude look at her! She's had enough. Leave her alone." The begin to argue while I just sit there watching the whole thing. Soon enough another one of the guys come in. He moves towards me and I try to move backwards but fail seeing as I'm already against the back of the bed. He picks me up softly before looking at me and whispering in my ear.

"I'm not going to hurt you. We need to get you out of here before something else starts" I nod my head as he rushes out of the room. He places my frail body in a different bed and stares at me. He begins to shake his head and continues to say the word 'no'.