*Roses P.O.V.*
I was sleeping peacefully when I hear a loud bang. I shoot my eyes open only to meet the ones of my father's.
"GET UP YOU LITTLE WHORE!" He yelled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me forcefully from my cozy bed. As my hip hit the hard floor I winced in pain.
He dropped to the floor, his blue jeans hitting the old boards causing the whole trailer to shake. He began taking my black boxer shorts off as I began crying, not again. You may be thinking, oh she's probably used to it by now. Well I'm not. Each and every time he rapes or beats me I can still never wrap my head around the fact that my own father is doing this to me. Your father is supposed to protect you, protect you from boys, kidnappers, thunderstorms when your little, almost everything that terrifies you.
In life we all have shields. All different kinds that protect us or make us feel safe from certain things. Kind of like a blanket makes us feel safe when we're falling asleep in the dark, or how sunscreen protects us from the radient heat, how jackets and jeans protect our skin from the cold, how shoes protect the delicate soles of our feet, how floaties protect us from drowning at a young age. In my life I didn't have many shields. I've always wondered what it felt like to feel safe. Safe in your home, or walk confidently down the halls of your school.
"Your such a slut" my dad said as he continued raping me, warm tears pouring out of my eyes like a water fall.
"DAD STOP!" I said, pain coursing through my body.
But he didn't stop, he never stops, and he never will.
"It hurts" I cried out.
"Oh well, you completely deserve this" He paused looking me straight in my eyes. "All of this."
*Twenty minutes later*
I didn't feel anything. My dad was kicking me over and over again as I lay on the floor covering my head, I was bleeding so much my body just became numb.
I felt my dad's hands wrap around the collar of my shirt, lifting me up off the ground before slamming me against the wall. He suddenly let go letting me fall limply to the floor.
"THIS HOUSE BETTER BE SPOTLESS BY THE TIME I GET HOME!" My dad yelled before walking out of the kitchen.
As soon as I heard the door slam I burst into a fit of tears. Why me? Why all the bullying? Why all the beatings? Why all the rapings? What did I ever do to deserve this?
I finally pulled myself together, weakly pulling myself up off the floor. I limped my way to my bathroom and shut the door. When I looked in the mirror I hated what was looking back at me. I had blood dripping down my face due to the impact of the wall, I had blood bleeding through my white shirt, and I had bruises on my wrist from my dad pinning me down while he used me for his satisfaction.
I pulled out my phone surprisingly calling the one person that might care enough to help me. Harry.
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Hello"
"Harry,it's me Rose, please help me." I said starting to cry at the memory of what just happened minutes ago.
"Rose are you okay?!" He asked frantically.
"Please just come to my trailer, I need your help." I cried into the phone.
"Hold on love, I'll be there in 15 minutes." He said before hanging up.
I hope he gets here sooner.
