Wooded Encounter (GL)

Chapter 3

Trigger Warning:  this chapter contains graphic content and sensitive topics, including rape, violence, and domestic abuse.  Keep in mind as you read further.  Any subject including panic attacks, anxiety, PTSD, etc. I am not responsible.  Read at your own risk.

Dead?  How could she be dead.  Perhaps she was who she said she was...  A dangerous beast originating from the underworld.  Despite myself I knew there was a warm heart deep inside.

Assumptions of her death tried to process through my head as I stepped into my room and lay on my soft, yet dusty black comforter.

Just as I closed my eyes, about to fall into slumber, the door from downstairs opened and slammed. 

"Where's dinner, dishwasher?" My dad shouted at my mother, something hitting the floor.  My blood boiled.

"Where's your money, wallet?  Jesust Chad.  Such an insane man."

"Call me that again."

The fight lengthened throughout the night, the screaming nonstop.

My breath shortened and tears brimmed my eyes. 

My chest begin to hurt, and I couldn't help but cry through hyperventilated breaths.  I tried to stand, stumbling over to the window sill. 

My hand shook as I viciously jiggled the odd lock until the glass slightly moved.  I, Saffron, on my first night at our 'fresh start' of a house was having a panic attack.

I remember packing, asking myself, "what's the worst that could happen?"  I fucking jinxed it.

I was now slumped to the ground, a shell of myself as hot tears ran down my cheeks, salty to the taste.  My nose ran like hell.  But finally, the cool air was hitting my fevered body. 

"Woah woah woah.  You good, sweetpea?"  A voice, soothing yet cold, came from above my crumpled self.

I shook my head no, able to talk but disliking the thought of doing so. 

Kelly hopped down from the sill and knelt beside me. 

"I think you need a hug." 

She pulled me into her chest, and I couldn't help but smell her pine-y scent. 

She was so cold, and it felt so.. Good.  Kelly ran her fingers through my blond hair, stringy and greasy and tangled from my struggles.  "Shh... It's okay. 

A slapping sound came from the kitchen, following was the sound of someone falling.

"Saffron~  Where are you my little daughter?  Daddy needs you."

"NO!  NO DADDY!  IT HURTS... STOP!  PLEASE!  MOMMY!  MOMMA!  SAVE ME PLEASE... SOMEONE..."

"SHUT IT YOU STUPID BITCH!  IF SOMEONE HEARS YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU AND YOUR MOTHER WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING."

The tears... The blood... The pain from that night.  The feeling of my hymen breaking as my father pounded into me...  It was so.. Unreal.  Richard.  Richard/Chad had been so nice.. And then he got into mommy's wine she had stashed under the bed.

I had been slapped.  Abused.  Hurt beyond means during that night.

Eleven years old.  WHO DOES THIS TO YOUR ELEVEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER?

He took advantage of me when he knocked my mother out.  I hadn't a clue what sex was.

But here I was, losing my fucking virginity to my pervert, alcoholic father.

"No.  You motherfucker!  You fucking touched me in places you never should've touched.  You aren't my dad.  Richard.  Get OUT of my house."  I stood up, my fists clenched as my pearly teeth grinded against each other."

A moment of silence.  Footsteps up the stairs following.
"Oh, God!"  Kelly whispered as she steadied herself, grasping my hand and pulling me out the window.  Her tall, black lace up boots clicked against the shingles.  She led me higher, reaching the other side of the roof.

"K-Kelly!  You're hurting my hand!"

"Sorry, Princess.  I'm taking you somewhere special to me."  She led me to a tree, swiping away some messed up branches. 

A tree house came into sight, tin and rusty.  The foundations was rotted wood which I wasn't sure would hold up.

"Jump!"  Kelly gently pushed me, and I hopped onto the wooded area. 

She followed, pulling me into the house and ever so carefully closed the door.

"How long has this been going on?  Has he been hurting you lately? May I ask what happened before you came here?"  Kelly had me in a tight embrace in a corner of the house.

"I-I'll tell you the whole story..."