Trapped, Tangled, and Treasured. [ON HOLD]

Chapter one

"No, please. I won't do it again." I pleaded.

"It doesn't matter, I still want you. So get your sexy ass over here now!" My step-dad yelled.

I sobbed. I couldn't move because it hurt to much. But of course, that got him angry. He stalked to me and pulled me by the hair and dragged me to the living room. He picked me up, threw me on the couch and straddled me. I stopped crying. I knew if I continued, he would just get more mad. I closed my eyes as he unblocked my pants and then his.

"Open your eyes, bitch!" Jason yelled.

Immediately, I opened them and looked at him.

"Good. Now moan my name or I'll make it hurt  so much!" He sneered.

"Okay." I said shakily.

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, daddy!" I yelled.

"Better." He smiled proudly.

Then he thrusted himself into me and I yelled his name and I yelled daddy over and over again; hoping it would please him to go softer or just stop. But of course, I didn't get lucky. Finally he came with one last thrust. When he was done, he threw me the after morning pill and I gladly pushed it done my throat. I would hate to have one of his children.

Gosh, where is my mother?

My mother is only thirty-two. She has Jason live with us and tells everyone he is her boyfriend. But really, he is just here to help her pay the bills. Jason agreed because he thought my mom was smoking, with her Spain body and raven hair. Soon enough, Jason lost interest when he notice that she wouldn't get turned on by him at all.

See, my mother is a lesbian. Not bisexual or any of that; she doesn't want to be a boy. She just likes girls. So, with Jason liking that he had a place to stay with food and everything, he decided to take his sexual frustration out on me.

I wished my mother was here because she could stop him. I mean it's not like it was better with her. She would raped me too. I know, I know. How does a women rape another woman? Well it's easy. She ties me to her bed and pulls anything that is blocking my vagina and starts groping herself on me. She tells me that I'm gorgeous and that I'm so lucky to be receiving all this attention. It's disgusting.

I've been living like this for almost five years now. Since I was thirteen and I hit puberty. I hate that day like no tomorrow. I like to believe that if I didn't hit puberty, I would still be that flat-chested girl with an ugly body. Then Jason wouldn't want me and neither would my mother. I hate to even look their way.

But that isn't the end of it. See, they are both druggies. And since they are on watch for abusing me, they keep everything inside the house. And I have to go and get their drugs, and everything else they want. I have to cook, clean, and care for them. I've been caught about four times with the drugs and been sent to jail for them. The longest I spent was about three months. Those were the best three months of my life. No one touched me there.

But I was released early because of good behavior. I hated the day I came home. Both, Jason and my mother, beat me because they couldn't get anything down for three months and then they both rapped me, over and over again.

I just had to keep reminding myself, just a couple more months. I would be eighteen soon and I was going to flee. My only escape was school and I had to go in long sleeves and jeans to cover everything up. And no, they were not your usual "baggy dark clothes." My mother and Jason hated that look and said I was bringing attention to myself.

I didn't mind. I did what they asked, no matter what anyone says. Because at the end of the day, it's me that goes to bed with the bruises; mentally, emotionally, and physically. So, if I listen to them, it's one less bruise and that's an accomplishment for me.