Identity

Part 3.

Recap:

After that I headed into Walmart to get a few things for my dorm room and to get a couple suit cases for moving day, which was in two days. I spent about an hour in there buying towels, floor rugs, shower curtains, food, cheap pajama bottoms, cheap lounge tank tops, slippers. Everything I got for my dorm followed a black, grey and white color scheme with pops of pale blue, purple and pink. After I paid I let out a successful sigh. I successfully did it. I got everything I needed even a suitcase set! It was dark out when I left Walmart and finally started to head home. I put my bags in my suitcases for easy transport and security, but most importantly for the secret stuff I bought. I headed into the bus, kept my 2 suit cases and matching duffel bag close to me and waited 15 minutes to get home.

PART THREE:

I smiled and thanked the bus driver for the ride. She nodded and told me to stay safe. I think she could tell I struggle. Once entering my house I didn't see my parents there. My heart started beating rapidly. Did they leave yet? Did they realize I was gone? I quickly raced to my room, put my stuff in my closet and shut the door quietly. I slipped my shoes off and went looking for my parents. Normally I wouldn't but since I was gone all evening I was kind of scared. I checked their room, nothing, bathroom, nothing, nothing in the kitchen or living room. I just assumed they were out partying and went back into my room. Once in there I was startled to see my dad sitting on my bed with my suit case open and all my new clothes all over the floor. My heart sank.

"You've been stealing money from me girl?" He said with a deep raspy voice that sent shivers down my spine. I could tell he was high and drunk, his eyes were low, he looked half asleep and he smelled of alcohol.

"No, I, no I wouldn't do that. I've been collecting change I find on the streets..." I stuttered back. I could feel my breathing pick up. I could feel my body turning numb. He stood up slowly. My bed squeaked as his body weight shifted. He sighed deeply and rubbed his thighs as he stood up. I backed into the wall. He came closer and I wanted to throw up he smelled so bad.

"HAVE YOU BEEN STEALING FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" He screamed slapping me in the face I fell to the floor. He immediately grabbed me of the floor slamming me into the wall I hit my head hard and started hearing a ringing noise.

"No! I swear!"

"Oh you swear? So I should just believe you had your own money to buy alllll these new SLUTTY clothes?!" He yelled one hand grasping my shoulder, the other pointing at the bed.

"They're for college, and they're..they're not slutty... they're just clothes daddy.... please let go you're hurting me." I cried.

"No, you don't get to cry. Not yet. You wanna know what happens to girls who wear these kinda clothes?? Hmm!!??" He threw me onto the bed I tried crawling away but he pulled my legs back to him. He grabbed at his penis and started rubbing it threw his jeans. I cried out when I saw it getting harder in his pants.

"Daddy please don't..." I cried. He laughed taking his belt off. He wrapped the buckle around his hands and shook his head.

"Stop fucking crying!!!" He shouted slapping me with the belt. I let out a small scream making him more mad resulting in more beating.

He pulled me closer to him again. He put the belt around my mouth so I couldn't scream or talk. I was crying and thrashing around but he was so much bigger than me. He pulled down his pants and undid my overalls. I was still squirming around but he overpowered me. He slid my underwear down. And slid his off. I was sobbing uncontrollably I could hardly breathe. I kept wishing he'd just kill me.

He rubbed his hands up my thighs squeezing really hard leaving bruises I'm sure.

"I've always wondered what you taste like, my sweet little rose." He said while licking his lips. He was stroking his penis and started touching my vagina. I immediately froze. The crying stopped the moving stopped i could only breathe. The tears kept flowing but the crying out loud was done. I could feel his fingers opening the lips of my private part over and over. He was jacking himself off while playing with me. He came all over my floor. And smiled at me.

"Now that I got the initial load out. Let's have some fun." He grabbed the belt from around my mouth. And tied my hands above my head with it. He threw me into the middle of the bed and positioned himself on top of me. I could feel my body screaming no. But i couldn't speak. I was paralyzed.

He rubbed his penis on my private and went up and down with it. He shoved it in and it hurt so badly but I couldn't scream, I couldn't move, all i could do was lay there. He was thrusting harder and harder, faster every time. I could here the bed squeaking, i could feel his face in my throat area he was licking me. He flipped me around and forced me on my knees he laid my head down, I was in a child's pose like in yoga. He shoved inside me again. He was like a maniac, sloppy, and fast. He was making uncontrollable noises and shapes with his waist he let out a loud "fuck!!!!!" And gave one last hard thrust. It thrusted me forward into the headboard. We fell forward. Him still inside me, he pulled out and laughed.

"That outta teach you to be a whore now." He pulled up his pants, grabbed his belt and walked out like nothing ever happened. I heard the front door slam shut. I knew he was gone. I laid there on my stomach still. I couldn't move...

10 minutes later I regained feeling in my body. I was so sore, bleeding, shaking, crying, I ran into the bathroom and threw up everywhere. I turned on the shower to extra hot and got in. I slid down the side crying uncontrollably. I could see the blood going down the drain. I could see the bruises on my thighs, I could feel the stinging on my face from the slaps and the belt. My wrists were red from his belt. I stood up slow. Hardly able to stand straight up. I aggressively washed my body trying to erase the memories as well as the feeling. The harder I scrubbed the worse it got. I was still sobbing.

About 30 minutes later the water started to get cold. I was finally under control and I got out of the shower. I looked in the mirror. I had small red marks, more like scratches on my face the right side of my face by my ear was a little bruised. Nothing makeup can't hide. My wrists were a little cut up too. But i thought jewelry could hide those. I took a deep breath. Fuck him. Fuck this house. Fuck Rosanna. Fuck everything.

I walked into my room. Put on pajama pants and big sweater. I started organizing my belongings and packing things into my 3 bags.

And then, there was a knock on the door.

THIS SCENE WAS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND DOES NOT REFLECT ANYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE. IF YOU ARE A VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT OR RAPE PLEASE DON'T BE AFRAID TO SPEAK UP. DON'T LET YOUR MONSTERS TORMENT YOU MORE. YOU HAVE A VOICE AND YOU ARE NOT ALONE!