Safe. Home.

5

I'm sore that's all I can say right now. I can't move without something hurting. I've been in this room for over 48 hours and haven't eaten a thing. Dad leaves me in here and locks the door. Then hours later comes back and does the same thing over again. I gave up fighting him because I know it's only going to get worse and the worse part is that it's spring break. Why is that bad? It's bad because it means that I could be locked in hear for an entire fucking week without food, water, a shower, and getting beat on for no reason. Dad thinks I'm a slut and should be treated like one. He is no longer my father. I fucking hate him.

Lucas is in London for the week and I really hope he doesn't try to contact me. I don't want to explain why I didn't answer his calls or texts. I am curled up in a ball trying to sleep the pain away when the door opens. My dad comes in with my phone in his hands and a smile on his face.

"Good morning darling. This 'friend' of yours keeps calling you." Right when he says that the phone rings again." Why don't you answer it."he tosses me the phone and I take it and I answer it. "And don't you dare tell him what going on" he hisses as he grabs some liquor in the cabinet and starts drinking.

"Hey Lucas" I tried to sound casual but the pain is getting to me. "How's London"

"It's good I guess. My sister points out everything she sees it's pretty annoying after a while. How are you going" he asks me like everything is going so fine right now. As I'm about to answer my dad starts feeling up my leg and up to my stomach.

"Everything is fine. I'm just sitting here doing nothing and being bored" I manage to say while pushing my dad's hands away from me.

"I guess so but I'll be checking on you during the week and I'll try not to mix up the time zones" he laughs.

"Please don't but yooouu don't haavve too check up ooonnn meeee"I stutter. My breath becoming uneven.

"It's ok I know you won't be doing anything this week so I'll just enjoy my week and tell you all about it when I get back"

"Thaat will be greaaat I got to go now bye" I hang up and try to kick my dad off. "Go away, just leave me be" I plead; my checks are getting wet with tears. My dad hovers over me and then slaps my face. I don't even feel the sting anymore. He takes my phone away from me and throws it to the wall and cracks.

"You're my bitch now and I get to do what I want. Now what I want is for you to stop crying and let me do my thing and then leave you. Do you understand" I don't say anything. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!" He yells again griping my waist really hard.

"Yes I do I do I do I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!" I cry even though he told me not to. He wipes away my tears and he continues what he is doing. I don't ever cry out any more then Like the first time he did this I cried out so much I couldn't move or speak at all. This is why I'm a loner. Why no one cares about me or that no one will. I'm just a fucked up girl that gets beat and sexually abused my her so called father and possibly has one friend who is oblivious to what is going on in my life.

Sometimes I wonder if this is all that will ever happen to me. That I will never get out of this situation? I don't even have enough money to even try. All I have is a phone and no one to help. I even doubt that even Lucas won't help a girl like me. I block out the grunts and the groans that I hear from him and just close my eyes. I really hope I heal before I have to go back to school. I don't even know what day it is.

He gets off of me; forcefully kisses my mouth and stumbles to the door. All hr leaes me is my broken phone. Now I'm stuck in the dark, dirty, disgusted, in pain and can't move. I guess this is my life. I close my eyes and dream of a life I always wanted to have.