Hopeless|G•D•|

12.

Madison's POV:

"So how's it feel coming home with your ol' pops"? My sorry piece of shit father asks me while driving to a place I used to call home.

"Cut the crap you obviously need me for something otherwise you wouldn't have came for me". I snap at him. He chuckled at me. "Your right I need your ass to clean my house and cook my dinner".

I roll my eyes. How'd I know. "Yeah of course you did but there's obviously more since your trying to be nice to me, what is it"?

"See that's a conversation for when we get home". He says looking at me through the mirror. I flip him off and look out of the window. "That place isn't my home, he is". I snarls back.

"Aw did you fall in love with the man who kidnapped you? Listen to yourself, it's truly sickening". He says pulling into the driveway. "It's embarrassing to be seen with you in public now that your all punked out".

"Punked out. Says the drunk who's wife killed herself because of you". I snapped. He winced and looked down. That was a low blow. But he took me from my home, not Grayson. He turned around and glared at me. "Get your shit and start cleaning up the house". He leaves the car slamming the door behind him.

I grab my stuff and head inside. When I walk in I drop my bags in horror. I see Zoey tied up to a chair with scars and bruises all over her body. She looks at me with wide eyes. "What is this"? I yell at my dad.

"This is called do exactly what I say or you have to watch your childhood friend die". He pulls out a long butcher knife and presses it against her neck. I see a year slide down her cheek. "Ok ok what do you want"? I ask him.

"First this house spotless, then come to me to find out your next chore". He sits on the greasy, stained couch.

I run to the kitchen and see it with broken dishes, cobwebs, and rotten food everywhere. I start picking up all the food visible and then throw it into a trash bag. Once I got all the food I get the broom and sweep up all the dirt and broken glass. Once I get the floor clean I start the dishes. This is gonna take forever.
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After I finished cleaning the house I walk up to my dad who still was in the same position on the couch. He looks around and nods his head. "Not bad".

"What do you want next"? I ask sarcastically.

"On your knees". He commands. My eyes went wide.

"What"?

"You heard me, on your knees". He points to the floor. He starts unbuckling his pants. I look over at Zoey and her eyes were wide. Once he got his pants and underwear off he pointed down at his dick. "Pleasure me".

"B-but I'm your daughter"? I choked at the thought. He slaps me across the face. "I said pleasure me"! He yells. I spit on him. "No". He grabs me by the hair and throws me into a wall. "Alright you little bitch I wanted to do this the easy way but since you want to be a spoiled brat we're going to do this the hard way". He punches me in my face repeatedly. After punching me for a good five minutes he stops and kicks me in the gut.

I didn't do anything but think of one thing and one thing only.

Grayson please come find me.

He pulled my hair once again and dragged me into the basement. He tied me to a bed that used to be my mother's and started stripping me of my clothes. I started kicking and screaming but it was useless. Tears started streaming down my face as he started to unclothe himself. He got on top of me and inserted his dick into my core. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he was completely satisfied.

He got off of me and pulled on his clothes. "Next time you want to disobey me, you'll think of this". And with that he slams the door. Grayson where are you?
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Rape and abuse  is not ok at all and I'm aware of that. This is all just part of the plot and not intended to affend anybody. If you or someone you know is being harmed please get help. Your not alone.