SAVE ME | Seaycee

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As I opened the car door, my dad's voice caught my attention and made me feel sick,

"How long does it take for you to open a door, you little whore"

I gulped and apologised, causing him to mutter curse words at me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

This was my real life. Not how my fans or friends would've imagined it to be. They think my life is full of sunshine and rainbows but little do they know, it's the opposite.

I wish it was, wish I was really living that happy life people thought I was. But sadly, not all dreams come true.

5 minutes in the ride and I started wondering why mom wasn't the one who came to pick me up.

Curious, I looked at my dad, debating wether or not I should ask him. He has anger issues and likes to use me as his stressball.

Deciding to take the risk, I opened my mouth and asked,

"Hey dad, how come mom didn't come pick me up?"

His eyes snapped towards me and I gulped.

What did I say wrong?

"Don't call me dad, I'm not a father of a slut like you" he hissed. Tears brimming my eyes, I looked out the window.

He continued talking,

"Look at those tight leggings, disgusting. Are you that desperate to get in bed with boys?"

I sniffed and wiped my eyes, tears threatening to come out of them.

"You're a disgrace, Kaycee. What are you going to achieve by dancing? Nothing. It's useless, just like you"

I balled my fists up.

Am I really useless like everyone keeps telling me?

Is dancing really going to help me build up a future?

"As for your mom, she was busy slutting around. Nothing new. Like mother, like daughter."

I tried his words not to get the best of me, but they did.

For the rest of the ride, I plugged my earphones in and listened to music to calm me a bit down.

When we finally reached home, I ran up the stairs, just to get pulled back by my dad.

His hand was gripping my wrists, making me scream in pain.

He knew I cut and used it against me.

"You're not going anywhere, little one"

He smirked as he dragged me towards the living room, where there was a man.

He looked at me from head to toe with a  disgusting smirk on his face, making me want to throw up.

"This is your slut of a daughter?" He asked, staring at me while licking his lips.

My dad gripped my hair and practically threw me on him, making me cry out in pain.

"She is and all for you, just pay me 50 dollars and we're good"

He gave my dad the money while holding me in place, causing me to trash around.

He gripped my hips and threw me on the couch, him now on top of me.

I tried trashing around again, hoping he would release me but nothing seemed to work.

I looked at my dad and pleaded him to make this stop, only to see him smirk at me with his 50 dollars in his hands.

How can my own father do this to me?

This can't be happening.

My throat hurt because of screaming so much.

I'm going to get raped and can't do anything about it.

This is it.

The end of my life.

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