Rain On Me

My Dad

Jamie's POV

"Dad p-please." are the only words I manage to spit out.

"Listen to your father, Jamie." He says sternly as he glares straight into my soul through the darkness of my room.

He begins to trudge closer. The closer he gets the tighter I press onto my skin, almost denting into my flesh.

I can feel the tears stinging my pupils as I struggle to look at the wreck I call my dad.

He gets to the edge of the bed and begins to pull the blanket off of me, I grip tighter with all my strength but its useless compared to his.

I feel something cold touch my ankle, its his hand. His fingers wrap around my ankle whilst he yanks at my leg to pull me towards him, I yelp trying to worm myself away so he releases his tight grip but I cannot.

"Quit movin' Jaye, I won't hurt you I just want to feel you." he slurs as he slithers his hand up my leg. Immediately I pull back desperate to get away from him because this isn't what I want to go through again.

He looks at me, smiles. Not a friendly smile but a devilish smile. I feel him detach himself from my leg and walk out the room.

For a minute I feel relieved and finally begin to relax believing he won't tonight, but he re-enters my room with a long rope bringing the fear back onto my face.

I break into an ocean of tears. Why is he doing this? I'm his daughter for god sake what's so hard to understand?

He jumps onto the bed causing me to fall back onto the floor. Following me to the floor he grabs my arms and ties them behind my back with the rope, I can do nothing but cry and plead.

"JAMIE QUIET DOWN, you love daddy don't you? Then shut the eff up for him." he half shouts into my ear whilst tightening the knot of the rope.

I wail as loud as I can hoping someone hears my pain and saves me, but he reaches for an old sock under my bed and throws it into my mouth.

"I told you to shutup, but you didn't wanna listen did you babe." he sarcastically points out.

I hear him shuffle and grab something from one of the drawers in my room.

*snip snip*

An ice cold object is brought to my back and I suddenly feel a cold uncomfortable breeze blown on my bare skin.

He's cutting my clothes off of me.

"Dad stop it I'll do anything, just don't do this please." I practically beg with the sock still in my mouth.

"Give me your pain Jaye, give me everything." he pants as he massages my bare back with his cold metal hands.

I squirm and scream. The tears forming canals down my cheeks, freezing as they roll down.

I lay on my stomach, butt naked. My clothes thrown to the side in threads, ruined. If only God could stop this right now, I would do anything to feel safe in my own home again.

A sudden force flips me over, releasing the worst vodka flavour into my gums and down my throat. His lips attached to my mouth making it difficult for me to breathe. His filthy wet tongue exploring my innocence whilst my tears hit the carpet.

I attempt to push him off but he has his palms gripped into my arms making it almost impossible for me to move anything at all. I try a final time and use my legs to push him off this time, he flies back raking my body with his eyes.

I get up, covering my body with my hands as I run out the room and down the hall into the bathroom locking the door behind me.

I catch my breath, dropping in between my knees watching the tears smear across my thighs.

"Are you there God? Save me please, I can't do this anymore. How long before he breaks the lock to this door aswell?" I sob into my hands.

"WHAT DO I DO!?" I scream at the ceiling.

"Wha-what d-do I do-o-o." I struggle to repeat but desperate for the answer through my ocean of tears.