"DAD STOP!" I Scream horrified, squeezing shut my crystal blue eyes to avoid the sight that was happening in front of me.
When I felt my dad's hand go further and further up my thigh I shot my eyes back open.
"Please stop" I whispered, letting a few salty tears slip.
My dad raised his hand slapping me hard across the face. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He yelled in anger.
My dad threw my black leggings off and literally ripped my underwear and bra off leaving me completely naked, my skin instantly getting goose bumps as the cool air hit it. I looked up at my dad that was now towering over me, his greasy blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes as he blew at a few strands. I definitely took after my mom's looks. My mom had bright blue eyes and brown wavy hair just like me, while my dad had blonde hair and hazel eyes, the only thing I share with him is my shyness.
My dad began taking off his belt that snaked around his waist and I knew what was coming next. Tears started running down my face as my dad raped me, again. Yes, this isn't the first time. My mom died when I was five, so we packed our bags and moved from Baton Rouge Florida to London England. Around the age of six that's when my father started raping me, beating me, drinking, and dealing drugs. At the time I had no idea what he was doing to me but as time passed I began to understand.
"You like that you little slut?" He asked me. I just cried out as an answer which obviously made him mad as he slapped me.
"Y-yes." I wanted to desperately say no, but with my dad no wasn't an answer.
*Thirty minutes later*
I was now riding my skateboard very quickly to school due to the fact I missed my first two classes and now it was 9:30. I would have left a tad earlier if my dad didn't do what he did and I didn't have to cover up my bruises and the terribly noticeable red mark on my cheek bone.
As my black converse hit the black pavement pushing me further the gray building with graffiti covering each and every inch of it came into view. I kicked my skateboard up taking hold of it. I quickly walked as my long brown hair blew in the wind, my lace trim sweater moving behind me. I placed my skateboard behind the blue garbage can and made my way towards the head office. I go to a public school called Blue Marry Public school. It might sound like one of those fancy schools that supply iPads for each student but it's the exact oppisite. About 60% of the female population are already pregnant, starting at the eighth grade. The school principal is Mrs.Kegly, and boy is she grouchy.
I placed my hand on the rusty gold handle pulling the blue door open leading to Mrs.Keglys office. As I walked towards her desk I can see her gray volumed hair peeking just above her computer screen. I stood awkwardly in front of her desk waiting for her to notice my arrival. After a few minutes I started to believe It would take more for her to notice me so I cleared my throat sending vibrations up my throat and out my mouth.
"WHAT!?" She snapped not even looking up from whatever was keeping her busy on her computer screen.
"I need a late pass" I said weakly, barley above a whisper.
" Oh, Ms Rose, late again?" she said coldly finally taking her eyes off the screen.
"Y-yes. I'm sorry, I was um, I fell off my skateboard. " I said, lying right through my teeth.
"Whatever, I don't have time for your teenage sappy stories, so here." She said handing me a white slip with my name, date, and time written on it. "NOW SCRAM!" She screamed. I made my way to third period, health.
I passed all the banged up yellow lockers finally reaching my locker, 237. I put my pink painted fingernails on the lock spinning the knob right to left, left to right making sure to hit my three digits, 11- 3- 0.
I shoved my black jansport backpack that's covered in pins in my small locker. I grabbed my black binder that had big white letters spelling out health, covering the front, making my way nervously to room 110.
As the blue door came into view the cage in my stomach opened letting all the butterflies out. I grabbed the handle pulling the squeaky door open. As I entered the classroom all eyes landed on me.
"Late again Rose, not a surprise, take a seat!" the teacher, Mrs. Grugly said.
I carried my feet quickly to my usual seat in the back of the classroom. As I passed Holly I heard her mutter something making Megan and Rachel laugh. I just ignored them and sat down making my chair squeak.
"FATASS" Ryan hollered causing the whole class to burst into a fit of laughter.
So the fun begins.
*Last period*
I anxiously looked at the clock waiting for it to hit the thirty signaling the end of the day. As Mr.Presly was in the middle of his sentence the bell rang causing the whole class to pick up their books and sprint out of the classroom towards their lockers. Since I was the last one out of the classroom, as usual, I was the last one in the hallway.
I turned the sharp corner leading to the back doors where my skateboard was when an arm snaked around my waist and a hand covering my mouth causing my scream to come out muffled.
The unknown person dragged me out of the school and we started heading towards a red mustang. Wait a second.. I know that red mustang from anywhere, it's Matt's, my abusive ex. As we got closer to the car my body went into panic mode and I just froze, not knowing what to do.
He opened the trunk throwing me in, I was about to scream when he slammed it shut.
Great.
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