My father

Chapter three

RECAP: I hesitated whether or not I should give him my number. I glanced over to see my dad staring at me. Was he watching the whole time? Maybe he saw what Derek did? Anyways he pulled out his phone and I began typing my number in.

Once I got my order, I sat down at me and my dads table. Our eyes locked on each other. I cleared my throat and began to hand him his drink. I could tell that my dad knew what was up. I've never had a boyfriend before, and it was because of my dad. I have never hung out with a guy either. My dad always told me that he better not find me with a guy before I was 18.

My dad was still staring at me when I looked back up. I started to feel bad. I didn't want him to be disappointed.

"I hope he didn't do what I think he did." my dad said very seriously.

I didn't know what exactly my dad was talking about. Where Derek's hand went or if he asked for my number. I ignored my dad, trying to change the subject.

I then watched Derek leave as he waved goodbye. I smiled at him and looked back at my dad. He was starring at me yet again. But this time, it was a very scary stare.

I knew I was gonna get my ass kicked when we got home. Instead, as soon as we got in the car. My dad brought the subject up yet again.

"Stella, if you and this boy really do have something going on, then there will be rules."

I gulped hoping that my dad wouldn't be mad. "W- Whats that?" I said nervously.

"First I want to meet him, and your location will be turned on at all times. I don't want you to do something you'll regret." my dad explained. The rest of the car ride was silent until we got home.

As soon as we entered the house, I texted Derek.

ME: Hey, it's Stella.

DEREK: Hey, beautiful. Would you want to meet me at my house later?

ME: I'd love to.

DEREK: Okay baby, I'll pick you up at 3:00

Did Derek just call me baby? We aren't even dating... but that word sent shivers down my spine.

I walked down the stairs to ask my dad if I could go to Derek's.

"Hey daddy?" I asked. Sitting beside him on the couch.

"What's up pumpkin" he said turning the T.V off. I gulped, trying to stay calm.
"I- um, Derek, the guy from Starbucks wants me to hangout... can I?"

"You're not going to try anything stupid right?" my dad said.

"Daddy, of course not. I'm not comfortable with doing anything like that yet." I said.

He looked at me for reassurance. "Yes baby you can go then. As long as you promise you won't try anything. Remember, you better keep your location on." my dad said.

I look at my phone and there were 3 text messages from him.

DEREK: I'm on my way

DEREK: Stella?

DEREK: I'm outside, where are you?

I went upstairs to make myself look a little more presentable. Then I was finally ready to leave.

I saw Derek's car outside of my house. As soon as I got in, he smirked at me.

"What?" I laughed.

"nothing babygirl, you're just so damn cute." Derek said.

As he drove off, Derek put his hand on my thigh. He slowly moved it further up until I tried pushing it away. I wasn't okay with it. Whenever my dad puts his hand on my thigh, it's no where near my area. It's further away towards my knee. And he does it in a comforting way, not a sexual way.

"Baby, my parents aren't home" he said while we entered his house. If I knew he wanted to do more then hang out, then I wouldn't have came here.

Before I could say anything, I felt his tight grip around my waist, pushing me against the wall. "Derek, stop! I don't want to do this." I said while trying to push him away.

He removed one of his hands from my waist and placed it on my neck, making me unable to breathe. I gasp for air while feeling his grip tighten even more, making bruises on my neck where his fingers were. I felt his lips against mine, while still trying to push him away. When he finally let go of my neck, he moved his hand up my sweater. I tried to push his hand away until he pinned my arms against the wall.

I felt like giving up. This man was 20x stronger then me. I felt so weak and helpless.

"Beg as much as you want Stella, but it excites me even more, babygirl." He said biting his lip.

My heart was beating out of my chest. I was so scared, I didn't want to loose my virginity this way.

I whined as his hand trailed down my stomach, eventually sliding down in leggings and underwear. He began entering two fingers, very aggressively.
It hurt like hell.

"Derek, stop it hurts so bad." I said crying. There was no point in screaming, he would hurt me even more. But I still gave it a try.

"STOP, DEREK PLEASE IT HURTS!" I begged and screamed. I looked at him in his eyes. He was glaring at me, while biting his lower lip. I knew I just fucked up. He covered my mouth quickly with his hand, while punching me many time in the jaw. My mouth was bleeding with how hard I bit my lip.

He then started to undo his belt, with one hand while still pinning me against the wall. I was terrified. If his fingers hurt this bad then this is gonna hurt worse...