Stuffed Crust Pizza.

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      For the past few weeks Calum and I started hanging out. A lot. If we weren't hanging out, we were texting.

    "Whatchu wanna do now?" Calum asked sitting up off the couch, picking up my feet and putting them in his lap.

    We had just got done playing video games. Calum had been over all weekend. Of course my father hasn't found out yet, he's either getting drunk at some bar or working.

 

  "Haha, I dont know."

"You've been so out of it lately." Calum confesses.

   "What? No. Im fine." I say lying.

"Your lying, I can tell. You just let me win this game!"

He says waving the controller around in the air.

       Calum was right. For the past few weeks we'd been hanging out, my dad was also 'hanging out'. It got worse. If I try to fight it, he'll hit me in the face letting the whole world know, this is my life. I cant let that happen.

  "Hey, whats that?" he points down at the side of my thigh.

 

    "Nothing." I lie trying to pull my small shorts down to cover the bruise. A fresh bruise had been created at least two days ago.

  "Let me see."

He says before lightly pulling my hand away. He runs his fingers over it. I flinch and bite my hand to hold back from whimpering.

  "Sorry." He whispers. A sadness flashes in his eyes.  "Who did this to you?" He asks demanding.

    "I fell off my skateboard" I lie looking away from his big brown adorable eyes.

  "Ok." He says holding back tears.

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     Later that day we were sprawled out on my room floor. Full from the stuffed crust pizza Calum ordered. Still surprised at my huge appetite.

   "I gotta go pee" he says in a tiny voice.  All I do is laugh as he walks out the room.

I hear the front door close. Did Calum leave. Ha, he wouldn't leave without telling me.

   At that moment my heart stops. My dad leans on the door frame and stares at me. Drunk. Again.

   He walks over to me sitting on the bed.

     "Hey Beautiful" He slurs.

He plants a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, neck, and then goes down to my chest and starts harshly sucking at the sensitive skin. Groping me all at once. He slowly peels down my shorts and opens my thighs.

No. Stop. Please?.

I try pushing him away but that only makes it worse. He then rips my underwear to the side and starts harshly licking.

   I'm sobbing.

   "Hey, you ran out of soap, bu..." He walks in, silenced when he sees what's going on.

     My dad stops. He stands up and slaps me. Hard on the cheek.

    "You bring someone into my house? Your mine!" he yells at me. Claiming me.

     "Dont fucking touch her!" Calum yells punching my dad over and over in the face.

  I blacked out.

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