"Daddy!" I cried.
I hurriedly ran to my father's side and seen blood rushing from his chest .
"Daddy." I continuously cried . I grabbed the bed covers and tried to put pressure on the wound .
"Daddy you can't leave me now. Not now ." My only thought was to save him but how . This only made me feel weaker. This only made guilt , anger , regret , sadness , and disbelief build inside me. The feeling covered me like a thick blanket. I can't handle this. This is to much for me to handle .
My dad looked into my eyes and stared into them as if he's reading one if his favorite books. I grabbed one of his hand while the other was accompanied by the wound. I squeezed his hand at least trying to make him stay alert.
"I love you daddy with all my heart. I should've told you sooner what he was doing to me but I couldn't daddy . I'm sorry." My heart dropped to my stomach as I spoke to him. If only I told him sooner , I believe none if this would happen. Now I'm here pouring my heart out to my dad who's hanging on to his life. I don't know how much longer he has. I spoke a quick prayer. Then I prayed again. I continued to pray nonstop. Holding my dad hand , praying to God he wouldn't take my father away from me. I'm praying to God to please let him stay with me.
I kissed his forehead and shared a moment with him until suddenly a pair of cold harsh hands wrapped around my neck and slammed me to the wall.
I landed on the floor hitting my shoulder and banging my head on the night stand. I just laid there. All this pain lord knows I just want him to end it all.
I watched as men in black looking niggas came in and stood over my dad's body .
"Lord please." I cried."Leave him alone." I yelled.
David came and picked me up bridal style. I was still naked but I'm guessing he didnt care. He walked into the main hallway. I shivered when the cold air hit my bare sore skin .
"What are you doing ." I said barely above a whisper.
I closed my eyes scared of what could possibly happen next but surprisingly he gently laid me in a warm bath water. He set out some towels for me and a first aid kit. Again I closed my eyes . I slowly slid in the water letting it completely cover my body . I buried my head into the water trying my best to clear my mind but it didn't help at all. I came back up gasping for air . I opened my eyes to see David sitting on the sink top smoking on a cigarette.
I didn't say anything. Neither did he. I took my little bath gently rubbing the soap over my bruised skin. I had bruises everywhere . Blood was everywhere.
Almost an hour went by and I finally decided to get out the tub. I wrapped the towel around my body. As I walked forward I bumped into something hard as hell. I looked up to see him. I completely forgot he was even here.
He softly kissed my forehead then started to walk out the door.
"Is he dead?" I quickly asked. I didn't want him to walk away and not tell me anything about my father .
"Is my dad dead?" An unexpected tear rolled down my cheek as I watched him turn around to look at me.
He sucked his teeth in then starred off into space.
"Hello? Do you hear me?" I growled. I walked up to him.
"Did you murder my dad?" I asked once again.
He sighed . " you're the reason why we In this shit right now." He exclaimed .
Without a warning , I slapped him as hard as I could . That statement he made blew me.
" I'm not the reason for any fucking thing. You is just a fucking creep who couldn't keep his dick out if his own niece.-" I was cut off by a quick breeze hitting my body. He snatched the towel from around me and threw it across the floor. He grabbed one of my breast and squeezed it with no mercy. I screamed out in pain and pleasure.
Not again .
"Just know princess. You'll forever be mine."
He forced his lips onto mine and hungrily bit my bottom lip causing it to bleed. He evilly smiled then made his way out the door .
When he left , I punched the glass mirror that was in front of me.
A couple hours later , I walked out fully clothed. I remembered my dad always kept clean clothes for me in the bathroom . Why ? I have no clue.
I limped into my father's room because I know my room is a scene I do not want to see. I laid in his bed and closed my eyes. In the hallway , I could hear a conversation being held but I didn't mind at all. I just wanted to sleep. Instantly , I fell into a deep sleep.
