LOVE OR HOPE?

Chapter Ten

Saturday. Midnight.

I blinked twice and noticed how dry my throat was, I removed my covers and slipped my Crocs on to get a bottle of water from the kitchen fridge.

I made my way into the kitchen and saw the fridge left open. I stopped nervously but on the other hand,I could have left it open accidentally. I tried to move closer to get the bottle of water at the left side of the fridge until a huge hand covered up my mouth and turned me till I was resting with my back glued against the wall.

My eyes widened in fear as I was face to face with my Step Dad!

"Come with me"  He whispered aggressively. What the fuck was he doing here? And more importantly,How the fuck did he come in? Did Mum give him her keys because she was going to be away for a few days? Was he asked to fucking babysit me? I had so many fucking questions flying around my head.

He gripped my hands so tightly that I thought he was going to break my fingers. He marched me into mum's room,a dusty and unused room  that was empty and deathly quiet,He locked the door.

There was no fucking way that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me this time.

I read that the human's autonomic nervous system gives it three options in traumatic situations; Flight,Fight and Freeze.

I lunged at the latch of the door but he shifted his weight in front of it and pushed me to the bed. He glared at me with the same eyes that I have grown to recognize and hate.

"Did you miss me?" He laughed hysterically. "I missed you so fucking much." I was panting heavily with fear and anger

I suddenly remembered the day mum drank a lot of alcohol and abandoned the bottles under her bed. I tossed and turned swiftly and tried to grab a bottle.

He saw the bottle and as quick as possible,he brought out a Swiss Army Knife and rested it beneath my neck. Damn,I was so fucking screwed.

"Put it down now or I end your life right here and right now." The bottle slipped from my hand and broke into pieces.

"Good Girl!" He shuffled my hair and laughed.

Flight and Fight were now out of my options and the only thing left for me was to freeze.

"You've grown so much." He looked at my body lustfully. "Just take a look at these-" He gripped my breasts and squeezed them. My body felt numb,I felt like a shell. My hands were resting at my sides in total surrender,I could do nothing with a Knife that was in control of whether I was going to still live or not.

He slowly used his hand to strip my skirt off and unbuttoned his pants almost immediately. I shut my eyes and pursed my lips tightly but my ragged breath could still be heard and my heart was beating faster than ever.

I could feel his smile,his lust and his satisfaction. I could feel the joy he derived just knowing that this was a big sin to our fucking mankind.

He slid into me in a way that I've never felt before,It felt so fucking strange and natural as if-

I opened my eyes immediately with tears blurring them. I released my lips and made effort to stare at what was happening below me.

He was not using a fucking condom!,Christ! He noticed my panic and laughed again. I was about to speak when he drew the knife closer to my neck and I swallowed in fear.

He started to thrust into me deeper and faster,He was going so fast that he had to let go of the knife to hold my shoulders tightly for support. I could have used that opportunity to go for my options,I could have taken my flight and I could have fought him off.

But I felt weak,I couldn't do anything,I couldn't even raise a finger. All my nightmares had come back to haunt me and yet I couldn't do anything about it. With tears clouding my eyes, I succumbed to his strength.

"Fuck." He moaned. I estimated that my step father's arms were about 27 pounds and he was made entirely of muscle. "You feel better than your mother. Every damn time! That bitch never feels as good as this!"

This made me opened my eyes to carefully search for where he must have left his knife, I had forgotten about weakness and all I wanted to do was to kill him. I wanted to kill this man. I want him and every fucking word he says to die. I want his ass dead,I wanted it to be my turn to laugh hysterically at his cold blood lying on the floor. I tried to force myself out of his grip on my shoulders but he punched my face violently,It crashed down my jaws and it could have sent my teeths flying.

He jerked one more time and slid off of me,I winced and made effort to grab the knife. I felt weak again.

"Oh well.." He smiled as he faced the same direction as me and took the knife.

He zipped his trousers and placed the Knife in his back pocket. "Don't be a naughty girl and let's keep the Knife for next time"

I widened my eyes in shock and this made him laugh the more,He was enjoying every bit of the moment.

"You know? I feel bad for you sometimes,Alyssa. You get so fustrated and there's really no one to tell,so you have no choice than to keep hoping that it would come to an end." He said,bluntly. "But I was nice enough to have given you a break, wasn't I?" He patted me,I was just there with my head titled upwards,staring at the ceiling and my throat was getting drier.

"That was exciting. Would you mind me bringing in that bottle of water that you needed earlier?"

Silence.

" I would take that as a no." He got up and made his way to the door.

"I hope you enjoyed your gift, Alyssa." He whispered and I could have sworn that he laughed for two minutes or more or it was just my head messing around with me,It was echoing strangely and dramatically.

"HAPPY FATEFUL EIGHTEENTH!"

He slammed the door.

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symplyrita ,love you!

Is it weird that I kind of got emotional while writing this chapter?

Was pretty hard and I hated every line of it.

Joseph is a real son of a bitch!😭😭

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I'm sorry about my late updates,thing is,I had this strange fear for this chapter and I kept procastinating the time that I'd use to write it😭

But I hope it came out nice🥺