Call me Diana

Chapter 3- Something New

Warning: some mature content and triggering parts here so read at your own risk. You've been warned... Enjoy.

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Eleanor's POV

~Recap~

I took a deep breath (again) and sprinted towards the open door that lead to my freedom but before I could even go pass that door, I bumped into something, or should I say someone, hard......

~End of recap~

Knowing who that person was, I immediately retreated into the house.

"What. Were. You. Trying. To. Do? Run away? You should know that you would never ever escape from me!" His hand balled into a fist, eyes red from the alcohol and burning with rage. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing what was going to happen next.

"Why? Are you scared of me? Am I really that bad of a person? Well, I guess it's time for something new," His lips curled into a smirk as he closed up on me.

My eyes widened and I immediately backed up the stairs. And that was the first bad decision I made that night.

My back hit something hard, making me turn around. My dad immediately opened the door and pushed me into the room. His room...

He licked his lips seductively and inched closer to me. Without warning, he crashed his lips into mind while I struggled to break free. The kiss was rough and filled with lust. I pushed at his chest with every ounce of strenght I had but his grip on my waist only got stronger and stronger as his nails dug into my flesh.

Ignoring my whimpers, he bit down on my lower lip. I gasped and he took that opportunity to shove his tongue down my throat.

Soon, he was leading me to the bed while I squirmed in his firm grip.

He started leaving wet trails of kisses down my neck as I couldn't help but let out a moan.

In one swift movement, he threw me on the bed and got on top of me. Lust was definitely visible in his bloodshot eyes as his eyes raked my body.

I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that someone would be able to hear me.

"Shut up bitch. No one's gonna hear you. You're gonna be a good little girl and give me what I want do you understand me?" My dad slurred while stroking my cheek.

"Now, don't you think you're a little overdressed? I suggest you take something off," my dad smirked as he tugged at the hem of my oversized shirt.

Slowly, he lifted my shirt as my bare stomach came into view.

I kept on sobbing as my shirt was more of skin came into view.

"I said shut the fuck up!" My dad screamed at me and his fist collided with my face.

I immediately bit my cheeks, trying my best to stop the sobs that were escaping my lips.

Satisfied, he chuckled and proceded to pull the shirt over my head, leaving my chest covered with only my bra. 

"You know Eleanor, you should really loose some weight. Your'e starting to get fat again," my dad shot one insult after another at me, not caring that warm tears of shame and insecurity trickled down my face. In fact, that only seemed to drive him on even more as he commented on the size of my stomach.

"Now, shall we proceed?" He qestion with a smirk on his unshaven face even though that sounded more like an order.

I shuddered at the maliciousness of his voice as hproceeded to drag his rough calloused hands from my stomach to his shirt and he took it off in a flash. His chest came into view and I couldn't help but look away in disgust.