the death of a shooting star

prologue

I succumbed to my father's wishes of remarrying because all I ever wanted was his happiness. That is the only thing I could wish for. 

Ever since mum passed away due to cancer, he had to balance work and caring for me. Worries always filled his plate with a glint of sadness from his eyes never fading.

The guilt in me wouldn't let me go. I love mum, but I don't actually remember any memories of her. All had simply been fragments I couldn't make meaning of.

Perhaps, I was too young... or perhaps, I couldn't take the situation, that I tried so hard to forget about everything.

Now that my father has finally had newfound love after 12 long years, I couldn't be happier to see him happy. His eyes, nowadays, were always with joy.

He's even humming.

So, I agreed to his request. It was fine with me especially when all I wish for is his happiness.

But the thing is, I never got along with my father's new family.

When they first moved on, they were all smiles and cheerfulness, but when father is not looking, they treat me as if I were an outsider, that I do not belong.

Elisabeth, my stepmother, once shoved me into a bucket of water just because I did not get her one for her to drink.

Her daughter, Anika, isn't any different. She has tripped me for more than I can imagine, all on purpose. I tried getting along with her especially when she is just my age, but her sneers and continuous trash talking prevented that.

That's not even the worst.

Her son, Maxine, harasses me every single day.

I tried telling father, but all I got were never-ending scoldings until eventually, I became tired of sharing with him anything especially with how I was.

Things remained like that until my stepbrother decided to take his attempts on another level.

"Could you please leave my room?" I told Maxine. "Just leave!" I yelled at him before he could think of actually trying something on me.

I did my best to hold out an exasperated and trembling sigh, but I think he still noticed it.

"You know..." He slowly closed the door and started walking towards me. "It's just the two of us here in the house."

I raised one eyebrow. His words started running a chill down my spine. He was definitely hinting me something, and right now, I am more than scared. If I scream, no one's going to bat an eye. If try calling on the phone, surely, he's going to notice that I'm up to something.

Just what can I do?

"And so? Go away. I am doing my assignment." 

Before I could even do anything for my safety, he pinned me down on my bed and started kissing me.

I struggled. 

I was even shouting.

However, his lips countlessly met mine. No breath could escape. They then headed for ears, down to my neck until his touches went over my breasts, underneath my shirt. 

I let out a sound I never thought I could ever have.

"See? You're liking it."

Tears started blurring my eyes. It was too much to handle. Even though I wasn't giving any consent, even when I was trying to break free, he's too strong for me to overpower.

"St..o..p it." I managed to say.

He didn't stop. He caressed my breasts and kissed them as I jerked with a tingling feeling down there. It felt awful. 

His tongue found its way onto them, slowly tracing a line from the space between my breasts down my vulva.

I screamed.

I tried kicking him, but he punched face once, then my chest. My world started spinning, but not enough for me to black out. I could still feel his touches. They were going inside me.

I felt something trying to enter my lady part. It was enough to make me groan and whimper in pain. He had loosened me.

"Happy birthday, sister." He said as he ejaculated something wet in my vagina. 

My moan became even louder. I barely managed to say the words, "Help me."

Father, are you seeing this right now?

The next thing I knew was how this rapist landed on the ground.

Father was there. He looked as if he were going to kill the man he thought he could entrust me to. I could see how his punches made bruised dents all over the man's parts. He even kicked him on the shin.

When he was finished, he pulled over a blanket to cover me.

He then hugged me as my weeping gradually became louder.

This is just a nightmare.

"This... this is all your fault, father." I struggled from his hug. "If only you listened to me, if only you were able to see through their lies and masks, now... now, I've been raped, and-"

"Shh... Don't worry. You're safe now." My father hugged me even more tightly.

He went over his phone and called the police. They were coming in around 10 minutes.

We remained in each other's arms for a while.

I thought I could finally feel at least a little bit safe, but I was wrong.

The man actually had a knife with him. He used it to stab father on his chest.

My eyes widened.

"St-stop it!" My eyes became wet once more.

"Gen, run." He was stabbed again.

"Fuck you, Maxine. I said to fucking stop." My father's blood splattered all over my face. I now had a breakdown. 

My tears won't stop rolling down my cheeks as I just froze there.

The siren banged around the neighborhood. 

Men in police uniforms held a gun over the bastard's head.

Soon, he had been cuffed, arrested.

Father was lying lifeless on the ground.

he's now dead.

and now, i lost myself.