Serena's adventure's with the host club

A stormy night and a dark secret

Serena P.O.V
As my father dragged me to his room I screamed hoping that some one would come and save me from him but alas I wasn't that lucking he threw me on the bed grabbing the hand cuffs he kept on his bedside for these occasions, cuffing my hands to the top of the bed stopping me from escaping leaving me immobile I could only squirm as his eyes roamed my body. I looked into his eyes which were lust filled seeing this I screamed even louder begging for him to stop seemingly having had enough of me screaming he grabbed a clothe and put chloroform on it before bringing it to my mouth I tried to fight the urge to breathe but after a few minutes my world faded to black.
I woke up a few hours later in my room just lying on the floor the only thing covering my body was a blood soaked blanket. Slowly I went to remove the blanket when a loud clap of thunder echoed throughout the sky followed by a flash of lightning making me whimper out of fear, even though I just wanted to curl up in a ball I begrudgingly got up wincing when I felt my wounds start bleeding again. As I stood up I felt light headed, determined I stumbled across my room to my on-suite hoping that a warm shower could ease the pain. However when I reached my on-suite I looked at the almost empty side where only a letter and an envelope lay. The only make up I owned was hidden so my father couldn't take it away. Stepping into the shower I washed the blood from my body before grabbing my first aid kit that I kept in my room for these occasions. As I set to work bandaging my new wounds I stopped staring at the first scar my father had ever given me a chill running down my spine, I didn't have much time to day dream as
I opened a secret compartment in my bathroom cupboard revealing a knife, a pen and a blank piece of paper. I stared at the paper for a few minutes almost in a trance like state before I  took the knife making my way to my bed laying down knife in hand debating if life is worth living deciding that I should at least say my goodbyes moving back to the paper I reached for out the pen writing a farewell letter to my father and the people who saved me.