Lost Time (A Creepypasta Story)

Doctor

     A man with a with mouth mask and surgical tools stares at me with big beady eyes. I shut the door and run down the hallway. Wheres the light I think looking for the light I was following. I look back and see the dolls- following me?

     I continue running, but faster. I run around a corner and catch my breath. I worked up enough courage to glance around the corner. No more dolls. No more rooms. No more white. Just trees, a forest of trees. I rub my eyes. The trees are blowing in the wind.

     I take a deep breath and look behind me. The darkness is there, waiting for me to retreat back to home. My phone rings and I answer.

Hello?

It's past your curfew, be home in 5 minutes, bitch.

     With that the call ends and I look around me, I'm in the woods behind my house. I sigh and run home, I open the door.

     Why are you so fucking late all of the time?!!!?! My father yells

     I'm sorry. I say like a dog with it's tail in between it's legs.

     Bitch, the phone rings go to your fucking room, and you better be ready. Then he answers the phone.

     I run into my room and cry into my pillow, I know what happens next. It's the same thing every night. Maybe he'll go easy on me because I have school tomorrow. My dad bursts into my room.

     Why are your fucking clothes still on?!?!

     I shrug shyly and he crawls on top of me. I shut my eyes knowing I'm not prepared for what's going to happen next.

     He takes off my belt and skinny jeans throwing them on the floor. I feel him rip my boy short underwear off and throws them at the door. I shut me eyes tighter as his body heat gets closer.

     I hear more clothes hit the floor. My arms are pinned down and a gag is put in my mouth. I feel his dick being inserted into me, I try to scream in pain as he pulls it out and pushes it back in again. Tears drip down my cheeks

     Suck it up bitch he yells at me

     His thrusts start to get sloppy and I feel him Cum inside me. I cry silently. He leaves my room with a beer bottle in hand. He shuts my door as he walks away. I cry into my pillow.

     I get changed into my pajamas and get into my bed. I cry myself to sleep.