The Emotional Laceration of an American Girl.

Ch. 26-Blue ribs

Lita's POV

I walked into the house and prepare for the worse. "Lita is that you," Dad asks. I clear my voice and say, "Yeah. I'm downstairs." I don't want him to get mad because he can't find me. I hear his footsteps running down the stairs and I close the front door. I look around and figure I'm in a safe enough part of the house. At least I'm not in the kitchen, bathroom, or living room. Once my dad threw the living room TV at me.

"Where the fuck where you," Dad asks as he walks closer to me. "I was working," I replied and received a hit on my cheek. I didn't move though. "You're a lying bitch you know that," Dad asked. I just stood there with my head down. Dad grabbed my chin and said, "Answer me slut."

"Yes sir. I lied," I replied and Dad spat in my face. "How the fuck did I get an ungrateful daughter like you," Dad asked and slammed me against the door. "I don't know what I did to deserve you! I raised you better than to be a common whore like your mother and this is what I get?! Faith told me that you disrespected her in class. Why the fuck was that," Dad asked.

"I don't know sir," I asked and pressed myself as close as I could to the door. Dad took a hard look at me and picked up a beer bottle. He threw it at my head faster than I could blink. It hit the side of my head but overall I'm lucky. Dad usually has a good aim. Maybe he's drunk.

"Get over here," Dad said and I take a deep breath. "Hurry up," Dad exclaimed. I walked closer to him and he grabbed my arm pulling me close to him. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. "Why the fuck were you being a smart ass in school," Dad asked. "I-I don't know," I reply but I know that it isn't good enough for him. Dad pushed me against the couch and I flip over landing on my elbows. The pain sent waves through my body but I couldn't scream.

If someone hears me, all of this has been useless. Everything I've gone through will be in vain and I'll be damned before that happens. I've made it this long I can last a little longer. Dad walks up to me and I see a knife in his hand. He kneels down in front of me and grabs my hair. "You're just like your mother. She looked like an angel. I wanted her to be mine forever," Dad said.

All I could do was look at him and hope that he was finished for the night. I'm never that lucky. Dad slammed my head on the ground and it hurt so much that I had to scream. Unfortunately that's just what my dad wanted. He forced his tongue down my throat and I continued to scream.

Dad put the knife to my arm and slow started to make blood appear. I started to cry from the pain and Dad never broke his hold on me. Dad moaned in my mouth and was screaming. Dad confused my screams of pain with screams of bliss and continued to kiss me. When he pulled back it was messy. Drool was hanging from both our mouths and I was breathing hard.

"I love you too angel," Dad said and started to rub my leg. I looked away in fear and bit my leg. Is he finally going to rape me? I started to choke on my tears and dad kissed my neck. "Don't worry angel. It'll feel good. I promise. I treat my angels with care," Dad said in my ear. I wanted to scream. I wanted to take that knife out of his hands and kill myself but not yet.

I can't yet but I'm getting close. I looked at the knife and Dad moved it from my arm. I watched Dad pull the knife closer to his face. I watched Dad lick my blood from the blade while staring into my eyes. I was so disgusted but Dad smirked. "It's our bond angel. We were made for each other," Dad said.