Abused(On Hold)

Abused introduction

"Lily," Dave called breaking me out of my train of thought.

I looked at him slowly only to wish I hadn't. Slowly he walked towards me, eyeing me up and down as if I were his next meal. I knew I couldn't look away, it would just make what was about to happen even worse.

When he reached me he trailed his fingers down my face slowly, before I could register what was happening his lips were on mine and he was kissing me forcefully. In a flash his hands were under my shirt and groping my breasts. He squeezed them roughly causing me to cry out in pain. He took the cry as a sign of pleasure and took what he was doing to the next level. As he raped me against the kitchen wall I let my mind wander to how I got here in the first place........

As you all know my name is Lily. What you don't know is how I ended up in this hell. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was two years old. We were driving home when we were hit head on by a drunk driver. I was air lifted to the hospital where they said I had a very small chance of living. However, I didn't die, although now I wish I woud've.

My parents died upon impact leaving me an orphan. When my injuries were stable they put me in foster care. I didn't like it I had to share a room with a bunch of other girls that laughed and pointed at me. I had nobody to play with everybody thought I was a freak, but I was really just like them.

I was in foster care until I was seven years old before I was finally adopted. I was adopted by Sarah and Dave Nelson. They fell in love with me right away and couldn't wait to adopt me. Three weeks after they got the papers filled out I went home with them. I was nervous at first, because I didn't know if they had any other kids or if I would be the only one.

Everything went fine for the first two weeks, but then I started noticing things, sometimes I would hear Sarah in her room crying when I woke up in the mornings. When she would come out she had dark bruises on her arm and face. One morning I woke up and heard Dave yelling at Sarah and decided to stay in my room until he left. When I heard his car pull out of the driveway I went downstaris. Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands crying. When she noticed me there she smiled slightly and said that breakfast would be done soon. When breakfast was done we ate in silence. For the rest of the day we sat on the couch and watched tv.

That night Dave came home while Sarah and I were eating supper. He started throwing things and screaming at Sarah. She just ignored him and kept eating, meanwhile, Dave went into the kitchen and started slamming the drawers. When it got quiet in the kitchen I thought that he had calmed down and that he was finally done arguing with Sarah, but Dave walked into the dining room holding a knife. He walked over to the table with an evil glint in his eyes and a sadistic smile on his face. Thats when I knew something bad was going to happen.

He stalked toward the table and yanked Sarah out of her seat making her food go flying. She fought against him, but he held her tighter. He started yelling at her again, with each sentence he finished he would stab her in the stomach. When the gut wrenching screams stopped I knew she was dead.

I ran out of the kitchen and hid in my closet. I could hear Dave's thundering footsteps on the stairs and knew it was only a matter of time before he found me. My breath caught in my throat as he opened my door. When he opened my closet door I screamed. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the bed, and then came after me again. Before I could move he was on top of me punching me everywhere. I cried out in pain but he didn't stop.

the next morning when I woke up I couldn't move without my whole body aching. It hurt to take a breath or to twitch a finger. When my door opened about an hour later I tried to scream, but it wouldn't come out. Dave yelled at me and told me to get up. When I didn't he pushed me off the bed. I looked over at myself in the mirror and cringed I looked horrible. My face was all puffy and swollen and every where I could see skin I had dark purple bruises.

Dave kicked me in the side as hard as he could making me scream in pain. He kept kicking me and yelling at me to get up, but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stand up the burning in my arms and legs was too much.

"Stop, it hurts," I whispered.

"It hurts," he asked?

"Yes," I whimpered

He picked me up nicely and put me on the bed.

"Tell me if this feels any better," he said.

Next thing I knew my clothes were off and he was on top of me and was thrusting his dick inside of me. The pain was excruciating and I screamed in pain. He thrust harder and harder each time making me scream more. I couldn't really feel the burning from my bruises anymore all I could feel was the burning pain coming from my lower region.
I felt a warm sticky substance fill my core and I shuddered.

When he got off of me i just lay there limp letting the tears stream down my face and the sobs take over my body. I closed my eyes and let sleep consume me and I hoped that I didn't wake up from the peacefulness. That was the first time that I wished I would die and it certainly wasn't the last time.