My Life Of Crime.

My Life Of Crime (1)

I am 15 years old and I have lived in 13 different foster homes all worst than the last. My foster dad or as I call him Fred was still at work thank God when he comes home all hell breaks loss. He is not married witch is probably for the best, he likes hitting on anything that won't fight back. me. It was now 11:30 he should be home any time. I was getting nervous I was in my bed I went and turned off the light and ran back to my bed and than I herd the door slam shut. I got under my blankets like I was sleeping hopping that he wouldn't hurt me not today please I thought in my head. I knew their was a small chance of that happening him not coming in and taking all his stress out on me. The door to my room swung open and I could instantly smell the beer coming off him.

"Wake up." he said comly I tried to stay as still as possible witch was nearly impossible knowing what was coming.

"I said wake up now!" he screamed makeing me jump.

"Fine have it your way." I Hurd him stumble over to me and he tour off the blankets. Making me jump and now we were eye to eye.

He had an evil grin on his face. He undo's his pants and let's his jeans fall to his ankles. "What are you doing!" I shouted at him scared of what he was doing he had never done this before.

"Get down for daddy" he said than took off his undergarments now showing is dick. I was confused no-one has talked to me like this what did he want from me.

"What?" I say with a puzzled face. He walks over to me and grads a hand full of my thick black hair and pulls it making my scream in pain and fear.

"Suck it." I now knew what he ment and I was disgusted and refused shaking my head no not daring to use my mouth to talk.

"You will and you will like it." He says throuing my head back and fourth by the hair he was still holding on to.

I looked everywhere so my eyes wouldn't land on him. "fuck you!" I yell at him. He sets his glass beer bottle on the nightstand by my bed.

"I am giving you one more chance to take to easy way." He said with a smirk. I thought of a plan in a matter of seconds now matter how much I didn't like it I had to do it. I put my mouth around his dick and started bobbing my head. I hated it he tasted of dead racoon and I wanted to through up so badly I could fell it coming up my throughout. He through his head back in pleser. I took this moment how he wasn't watching to grad the beer bottle as fast as I can and put it in my sweat shirt pocket. His head came back down to look at me.

"Kiss me" I said trying not to sound repulsed. He graded my head and pulled me up by it. And put his lips to mine. I grabbed the bottle and hit him in the head with it. He groaned and stumbled back I took this moment to run down stairs. I heard him stomp his way down. I quickly ran to the pantry where the knives where and hid in their knowing I couldn't leave the house that no one would believe me. They would just say "she's the troubled kid don't mind her." or "she's the sheep who cried wolf." that's always what happened to me and I was sick of it. It was time, time for me to do what's best for me. I need to run away.