Fragile

Freedom

I gave Brandon my address and we were on our way, but I couldn't help wonder why he was helping me. He helped with James, he gave me one of HIS hoodies, and is now driving me home. Why? I just don't understand. "Why are you helping me?" I asked. He didn't answer right away it was like he was at loss for words. "How come you do that?" He asked. I was shocked and didn't know what he meant. "Do what?" I asked. "You ask why someone does something instead of just saying thank you." It took me a minute before trying to come up with something to say but I couldn't. So I just looked out the window at the beautiful trees, flowers and all the other wonderful things the world has to offer, but that isn't always the case some things are dark, and just wrong my father is one of those things. I noticed how quiet things were in the car so I took this as an opportunity to ask questions. "Do you have any siblings?" I asked hoping I don't seem like some creep. He nodded slowly. "How many?" I asked. "One." He replied. "Brother or sister?" I asked. "I have a sister." He said. "How old is she?" I asked. "She was eleven." He said. I then noticed he had said "was" past tense, then I realized how tensed up he was without thinking I put my hand on his thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. He relaxed under my touch. He put his right hand over mine and gave it a gentle squeeze I couldn't help but blush as he did this. I felt free at that moment as if nothing could pull me down from the clouds that was until we pulled up to my place and I see not one, or two of my fathers friends there, but three. I had this horrible feeling in my gut that made me tense up and Brandon must have noticed this because he kept his gaze on me and watched me like a hawk. "Are you alright Jenna you look like you've become three shades whiter?" He asked. I swallowed the lump in my throat and clenched my teeth as I answered him. "Yes I'm fine." I answered. "Are you sure because if you don't want to be here I can take you back to my house it's no problem!" I look at him and shake my head. "No it's fine, I'll be fine." I lied. I got out of his car and waved him goodbye, and went straight for the door hesitating to turn the knob. Someone had already done it and open the door before I could see who it was I was dragged in the house by my hair. "Were the fuck have you been you dirty slut. I've been sitting in this house waiting for you to get home?" He asked I could smell the beer on him it's kinda hard to miss it. "I had to study for a test tomorrow" I said hoping I wouldn't be in much trouble but I knew I was hoping for a miracle. "Studying? Well sense you wanna learn so much I'll teach you something that you will never forget." He said unbuttoning his pants and slipping them off. I tried to fight my body loose of his grip I can't let this happen again I need to get away. He grabbed a hold of my neck and squeezed tightly. That's when a knock at the door stopped my father. "Someone go get that I have business to attend!" He said. As he tied my hands above my head so I would stop struggling and then he started to pull off my sweats, then my underwear. When my underwear got to my knees I knew I had to scream for help it was the only way this would stop. So I did. "Help me, someone help please help me!" I screamed with all I could before my dad punched me in the face knocking me out. I woke up with my hands still tied up and my pants around my ankles. I tried to focus so I could see clearly but with how much pain I was in that was quite hard. When I finally gained full conscience of my awareness I saw a male figure tied up across from me beaten almost bloody and hardly awake. That's when I realized who it was. "Jenna?" He called out his voice barley a whisper. Then everything went black again.