Bad vs Bad

Chapter 4

Edited 11/10/2020

Valeska's p.o.v 

I began driving "home" rather to my death, dad and Ziko will not be happy when they see me. I parked a bit away from the house, you never know what they are going to do. I walked up to the front door and opened it carefully trying not to make a sound, but it was already too late. Right in front of me stood my three nightmares, mother, father, and my brother, Ziko. My family. 

"Hello there whore, had it fun at school today? How many guys did you fuck? 20, 40? You little bitch." my father said and grabbed my throat and lifted me up against the wall, feeling the air disappearing.

Everything was just as I remembered it. The house reeked of alcohol and all sorts of drugs. Seeing them again is like being hit in the face with a steel bat, and trust me, I know how it feels, it has happened. My whole life is like trying to go up a hill that is always slippery, so you always fall.

"It's so nice seeing you again, sis." said Ziko and punched me in the stomach while my father still held me up against the wall.

I felt how the air from my lungs began to disappear and I started kicking my legs and successfully kicked my father in the stomach and he let me go as I fell to the floor trying to catch my breath. 

"Darling, how did it go?!" yelped my mother and ran to my dad who was now fuming with anger on the floor. 

"You should have respect for your father, you little ugly, worthless piece of shit." she said and slapped my right cheek. 

Now was dad on his feet again and now I knew that I was screwed, for real. He punched me in the eye as Ziko held me back and dad continued to throw fists at me. I felt how I began to feel dizzy and it darkened before my eyes as a hot fluid was running down my nose and cheek.

"Ziko, finish this." my father said when he stopped punching me. 

"With pleasure." said and threw me over his shoulder. 

I began waking up when he told Ziko to finish this and I know exactly how. 

"It was some time since last time, wasn't it?" he laughed as he walked up the stairs to my room. It's always my room. 

I didn't answer him. 

"Wasn't it?" he growled. 

"I-it was." I stuttered quietly and weak. I hate this. 

He opened the door and threw me on my bed and I bounced up and down a few times, like many times before. 

"I have missed this a little to hear you scream and beg me to stop. To hear you in pain." he said as he unbuckled his belt and straddled my waist. 

"Ziko, please, don't." I pleaded, I know he loves it but I am helpless. 

"Just like that." he said. 

"Let's begin easy." he said and punched me in my left eye. That will leave a bruise tomorrow. 

He pulled off my shirt and pulled out a pocket knife. Sure, I could fight back but I knew it would be a big mistake. He pushed out the blade and put it to my stomach, cutting in some lines and I screamed out in pain. When I was bloody enough he did something that he has made many times to me and other girls. 

He raped me. 

*Next morning* 

I woke up with one of the worst headaches I have ever had. I looked at my bed as I remembered yesterday. My whole bed was covered in my blood and my stomach looked horrible. Then I remembered the worst part, the rape part. It's nothing new but it is at least just as worse as all the other times. I carefully limped to the bathroom and in the mirror, I saw a cut on my right cheek and a black eye on my left. Beautiful. I took a shower, cleaned and bandaged the cuts. Throwing on one of Martino's hoodies and a pair of jeans and covered up the bruises with makeup before I quietly sneaked down the stairs and left the house. It was my thought at least. The problem was, Ziko was up. 

"Hey, sis." he said with a smirk. 

"Good morning, Sir." I said with my head down so my hair fell covering my face. 

The punch in the stomach was almost expected and right where the cuts were. They stung like hell but I held in my whimper.

"Have fun fucking around today, we two will continue here."

Without a word and ran-limped out of the house, onto the street, and threw myself into my car driving off.

When I arrived at school I sat a little extra time in my car trying to find my normal stone-cold face as the tears were falling down my face. I wiped away my tears with my sleeve and put on my hood as I stepped out of my car. 

My thoughts went straight to Cayden and the detention today. I sighed both in relief and in pain. I began walking from the school parking, trying not to limp so much, keeping my head down, trying not to get any attention. 

I might go to the lessons today just so I don't have to talk with Cayden.

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