No One Can Hurt You Now (SVU Fanfic)

One - 'you can count on me'

Layla
I am absolutely scared out of my mind, walking up the front steps to the porch to my house. I went out with Shada and Tess tonight and my dad wanted me home by 9:30 pm. It is now almost 11:00. I open up the brown front door to my house, hoping that he is asleep and he won't hear me coming in. The second I walk inside the door, I can hear him walking down the steps slowly with very heavy steps. I notice all of the empty beer bottles lying on the coffee table beside me, making me so much more terrified to actually face him.

My voice starts shaking. "Dad, I'm sor-", I started. He cuts me off, yelling "I SAID 9:30 DIDN'T I !?!?! YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!, I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS AGAIN!!"

He lunges forward towards me and pushed me to the cold ground.

"Hey babygirl, you know, daddy's feeling a little special right now."

He said while placing his half finished beer bottle on the counter and walking towards me. I dropped my school bag and hoping that it would be much easier to get away.

"Daddy.. I need to get ready for bed." I said just above a whisper incredibly scared.

"No, it's okay." He responded and grabbed my shoulders violently and started being me over to the couch. I flinched and started sobbing as he slammed into me, making small squeaks and whimpers as he would just continue to thrust into me as I pleaded him to stop Be he wouldn't.

I looked up at the clock on the wall just above my head and read 11:30. I am just staring at it hoping that the time would go quicker and for him to stop, but it doesn't seem as though he's going to be stopping anytime soon.

I start struggling again for him to get off of me but he just slaps me over and over and over again before he starts holding my neck in a very tight grip. My dad continues to slam violently into me and doesn't stop. He continues and it feels like he has been doing this for hours as I continue to look up at the clock above me. By now he is going much much faster than he was before, trying to get me to come. Now he is going even faster and I start shaking, my legs are shaking and my legs begin to get tight as he is thrusting and slamming even harder and faster than he was before into me. Before I know what's happening a warm white liquid escaped out of my vagina into him and I start crying even more as he smiles.

"Good girl, baby." He says satisfied as he starts laughing.

No more than about five minutes later my dad starts slamming a finger into me slamming very very hard into me as I continue to beg him to stop but he doesn't listen. He then enters another finger and starts pumping them in and out of me very fast, he enters two more fingers and I'm in so much pain that I just can't take it anymore. Shortly after he is adding many more fingers into me I start bleeding and then I start crying again and again as my legs begin to start shaking again and my vagina begins to feel tight again as he did before. I start screaming and before I know it, it has happened again. More warm white liquid and blood has came out of me. Then he starts to get back on top of me thrusting and slamming into me violently as I continue to cry and scream but nothing works, he just continues to do so much much harder and faster. After about 10 minutes I feel him get up off of me and he starts zipping up his pants and fixing his belt buckle. I then pull up my underwear and pulling up my denim shorts back up my legs as I get up off the couch.

He then started lunging at me again and shoving and pushing me out of the door. I then began to fall and tumble down the two concrete steps and into the snowy yard.

"Get out of here, you slutty piece of trash" he screams and slams the door.

I slowly began to sit up and cry. I don't know what to do. I cry even harder when I realise that I had taken off my wool coat when I was inside and I will probably freeze to death if I don't get out of this 5 degree weather. I slowly began to stand up but immediately fall back down as everything hurts especially down there. I realise that I need help and I immediately know who to go to. I start crwaling my way to Amanda's apartment, just hoping and praying that she doesn't have a case and will be home. I need her.