Destroyed

Prologue

*Warning* this chapter is triggering and contains violence.

As I walked home from school with Jesse, I was lost in thought. I hated my life. I have an abusive, drunk father. And a push-over mother.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize we were home.

As I walked through the door, my parents were arguing. I hate loud noises, they trigger me. I don't even like the sound of a vacuum or blender.

Anyways, back to the problem at hand, I sat on the couch with my brothers: Alex, Michael and Jesse. Alex is the oldest he's 19. Then comes Michael he's 17. And then Jesse he's 16. And then there's me, the youngest at age 15.

My dad comes in the living room, slurring his words and barely walking, almost falling down every step he takes.

As he gets closer, I can smell the alcohol radiating off of him. He then stands in front of us, and starts talking, or slurring his words, "What are you guys doing just sitting around, you should be up in your rooms. It's time for you to sleep." He says acting like he cares. Acting like an actual father.

"Kevin, honey, maybe you should go to bed, you're a little of your rocker." My mother, Leslie said, calming and concerned. As she finished her "concerned" comment, he takes a swing at her and punches her jaw.

That's when Alex got involved. He stood up and walked over to my dad, punching him square in the jaw. Kevin and Alex got into a full-rage fist fight. Since my dad was wasted, he could barely throw any punches.

This is an every night routine. Kevin comes home drunk off his mind. He starts using us as his personal punching bags. And then be falls asleep, knocked out by either Alex or Michael.

But tonight was a little different. He threw Alex into the wall, head first. Michael got up to ready to fight, but ends up being a punching bag. My mom's in the corner crying. And Jesse making sure we're all okay. Trying to keep us all together, because if we're not all together and don't have each other's back, no one would survive in this household.

School and my bedroom are my only escape from this "family". We used to be happy, until one day. I don't even know how it fell apart or what caused it. We used to all his in a closet or under a bed from Kevin.

He looked me straight in the eyes and stalked over to me. He threw me off the couch and pushed me into a wall. He started kissing down my neck towards my chest. I stood there shocked for a moment, not realizing that this was actual happening. Once I snapped out of my daze, I tried to knee him in his family jewels. He threw me over his shoulder and took me to his room, and that night he raped me. At 15 years old, his own daughter, he raped.

The police came, assuming one of my brothers called or a neighbor.

He was arrested and my mother was crying for them not take him.

She sooned overdosed and her body was found in the bathtub. 

My name is Lolita Miguel and I am a victim of sexual assault.