I was discharged from hospital within 2 hours, my father was adamant I was fine and after I was checked over the doctor said I could go. I was hoping he said I couldn't go yet but with everything that's happened I haven't got the best of luck. We pull up at the house and I gulp as my father gets out of the car. After a few minutes of steadying my breathing I get out the car and walk towards the house. I fiddle with the stem of my shirt and realise I need a shower! Ew, so glad no one can see me right now. I entered the house, slightly thinking to myself about a nice warm shower when my father lunges at me. I scream as I fall to the floor, he starts to undo my buttons to my trousers and I freeze. I don't know what to do, or say. nothing I can say really, all I have to do is block it out, I'm tired of fighting, what good does it do? i soon realise I am crying as I feel a sharp pain, he's done it. The bastard I call my father has raped me, like he's wanted all along. I whimper with every move he makes which causes him to grunt. Sick bastard. Before I know it he has finished and is buckling up his belt.
"Go get a shower, you smelly slag" I do not hesitate and run upstairs. I turn on the shower and sink to the floor crying, releasing all the tears I have built up.
I'm a in place, not sure where, or how I got here, but I can feel the love and warmth radiating off the place. Weird huh? I open my eyes and realise I am laying in a field full of flowers, red tulips, my mums favourite. I walk up to a bunch and begin sniffing, reminiscing when our house used to smell like this before dad changed.
"Scar?" I freeze and turn to the voice. I see my mum stood there, glowing, radiating in beauty, I am too stuck for words. Where am i? Has he finally killed me? I wonder to myself.
" baby, this has gone too far, you need to report him, go somewhere safe, get justice for me aswell as you"
"Justice? What do you mean?"
"Baby it was no accident what happened to me, but realise I love you loads, if I had the strength to stop your father I would of done years ago" my head spun and I closed my eyes to regain control. As I opened them I was back in my room and my father was stood in front of me, swaying with an angry glint in his eye, I gulp as he climbs into the bed next to me....
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trust doesn't always come back
Novela Juvenilmeet Scarlett Johnson, 17 year old Caucasian, with blonde hair, green eyes and a cute personality. she may keep to herself in the hallways, avoid eye contact but deep down no one knows her secret. What will it take to bring her out of her shell?
