Limp

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

"Someone has to teach you a lesson, Lena." My stepfather said as he took off his belt and threw it at my feet.

"No," I whispered. I faintly realized I was shaking, that my heart beat was thumping loud. That I had goosebumps on my arms. That my lip was quivering. I saw black spots. I felt helpless, powerless. A damsel in distress. But where is my superman? My prince charming? Where were they when I needed them? Is God out having a smoke break? Why isn't he here protecting me? Why do I need protected? Am I sexist much? I think yes, but at the moment I don't even care, as long as someone comes to my rescue. Please, someone please come to my rescue.

He gave me this twisted smile, his eyes dark with cruelty and lust. Is he the devil? Here to punish me for my sins? Or is he just a vile creature that thrives and lives off the pain and hurt of others. Can someone so ruthless be considered a human being? What do we consider humane? Because this man's label says human, but his horrid actions say something worse, something much darker. Is it the liquor in his liver or the essence of his soul? Do I deserve this? What have I done to have this outcome? What did I do!

"Lets see that little body under those big old clothes why don't we?" This vile beast said.

"No." No. No. I shook my head. And tried to move. Tried to get out and far away. But my effort was futile, he back handed me in the face. I landed on the couch in the same position. The only thing different was the throbbing of my head.

He gave me another twisted smile, straight from the depths of hell, and pinned me too the couch.

"Mom! Mom!" I screamed. "Somebody help me! Mom!"

He backhanded me again. I felt blood trickle down my chin. What did I do! God, just tell me what I did!

"Shut up and you won't get hurt, Lena. Come on. Be a good girl for Daddy." Daddy! You will never bare a child! Could never, it would be evil just like you!

I shook my head and felt the tears stream down my face. Along with blood from my lip. His hand snatched at the baggie hoodie I was wearing and it came off along with my shirt and tank top. The way his eyes took in my body made me feel like I needed to take a shower. Like I was dirty. He put his big hand on my bra and just left it there when he said, "God, you are so beautiful, Lena."

Right then and there I wish I was ugly. I wish I had no chest for him to squeeze, wish I had pimples all over my face. But I didn't, and his hand went down my belly. Went down between my legs and his fingers unbutton my jeans. The black spots returned. I couldn't breath. All his weight was on top of me. I felt like a wild animal in a closed off space. There was a need inside me that thrived on openness. On the pure essence of a nice and clear space. Not cramped and stuffy. Not weighed down by a three hundred pound evil man. Mommy! Where are you?

"Please stop! I'm Sorry. So, so sorry. Just please stop." I wailed hysterically. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use as a weapon. Anything at all. As soon as I spotted his belt, he pushed my head toward his, meshing our mouth's together. All I tasted was alcohol. It was awful, I wanted to throw up. Brush my teeth a hundred times. Bleach my mouth. Rid of all the evil germs. My first kiss and it was with a creature so far beyond the boundary of humane it was a wonder God didn't banish him from the earth. Send him to Hell, where he can rot for eternity for all I care.

As his mouth devoured mine, my hand reached the belt. I curled my fingers around it and brought it up toward his face. When I got it up to his shoulders, about a second away from strangling the bastard, there was a red hot pain between my legs. I screamed in his mouth. I couldn't help it. It hurt so much. It was like he was stabbing into me, splitting me apart. My innocents was lost. Never to return. Gone forever, given to this thing of a man.