Hi my name is Ellie and I'm 15 years old and I live with my evil step dad. Why is he evil? When my mom died the day of her funeral we went back home and I went to bed. At about 1:30 my bedroom door opened and I saw a familiar person at the door. I was still half asleep so I turned over and was almost asleep again when a hand came over my mouth and the person turned me on my stomach and with his other hand he pulled my pants down. The one person I trusted after my mom died he was one of the people that I felt safe with but he took my most precious thing to me, my virginity. I still see his shadow in my room. Thinking of u still in my bed. I can't move I'm to scared.
2 years later
I'm now 17 years old and things with my step dad haven't gotten any better he still comes into my room at night and rapes me. I have tried locking my door but I have to leave my room at some point at when I went downstairs he grabbed my arm and dragged me back to my room and raped me but when I was trying to get away he hit me so hard I passed out. Since then I never ever tried to run away from him but I do squirm trying to ease the pain but it never worked.
The next day
After what happened last night I was not looking forward to school. I didn't have any friends at school I used to but when my mom died she deserted me and now she hates me. Her name is Rose. Her name suits her perfectly because she is outstandingly beautiful with green eyes and dirty blonde hair that reaches just below her shoulders. She is incredibly skinny and she has lovely curves and over all a beautiful body.
Yes, she was my best friend. Until she became more popular than me and then my mom died she left me.Sorry if you don't like it but don't judge this is my first story. If you like the story so far let me know in the comments. Till next time.
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Broken
Mystery / ThrillerMy name is Ellie and I never thought I couldn't fall for anyone especially the bad boy of the school because I'm broken. Can he handle all of my baggage. When I tell him what happens to me in the house I live in or will he run for the hills and nev...