My father

Chapter six

RECAP: I went upstairs to take a shower, and to put on makeup to cover up my bruises. No matter how hard I tried, the pain wouldn't go away.

Once my dad came home, we watched movies until it was time for me to go to bed.

I wish my dad could see right through my lies... It would be so much easier then actually having to tell him.

"Stella?" my dad said. I turned my head to look at him.

"Stella, do you want to talk about your nightmares? I'm worried about you babygirl." my dad asked.

Now is my chance to actually tell my dad what has been happening to me.
But the word babygirl triggered me and what Derek had said.

"You better not say a fucking word to ANYONE."

I remembered that if I tell my dad, then Derek will hurt me even more. I'm so scared. I don't want this to continue, I'm stuck.

"I- It's nothing daddy." I lied.

He looked at me confused and worried. "Okay... Go to bed my love, you have school tomorrow." I nodded.

It was finally the next morning, and I began to get ready for school.

I took a shower and then picked out my outfit for school. Since Derek was picking me up, I put on clothes that would make it harder for Derek to get to.

I put on a tight pair of black skinny jeans, with a oversized hoodie to cover up my butt. I then started to apply my makeup, and foundation to hide the bruises.

It was already 7:45am and I had to be at school by 8am.

"Daddy, I'm ready!" I said.

He grabbed his keys, and we headed out towards his car.

As much as I didn't want to say these words, I had to.

"D- Derek wants to pick me up after school." I said with my head down.

He looked at me, and put his hand on my thigh like how he always does. I gently pushed it off.

"Stella, I- um, sorry." He said as he drove off.

"That's fine, baby. But you need to be home by 4." he said.

He then dropped me off at school, and the whole day went by quickly. I did a good job hiding my bruises, so nobody suspected a thing.

3:00 pm rolled around quickly, as I left the school trying to find Derek's car. Once I saw his car I walked as slow as I possibly could.

I opened the car door, and got in without saying a single word.

"There's my baby." He said, while forcing me to kiss him.

As he drove off, his hand rested on my thigh the whole entire way home. Although, we took a much longer way back.

"Derek? W-where are we going?"

He smirked at me, while his hand started to unbutton my jeans.

I literally wanted to jump out of the car. I didn't care if he was going 70 mph. I would have rather died then deal with this again, but the doors were locked.

"Don't do this again, Derek!" I said while breathing very heavy.

I grabbed his arm, hoping it would stop him from getting in my pants.

As I did that, it caused Derek to lose control and swerve a little into the next lane.

He then tried again, but this time he didn't it more aggressively.

"I SAID FUCKING STOP!" I screamed.

I kept moving around, keeping him from touching me. This time he kept swerving nonstop.

"Oh shit" Derek said as he saw a Police officer turn his lights on. He quickly removed his hands from out of my pants. Placing his had back on my thigh. I then buttoned my jeans back up.

"Stella you better not say a fucking word unless he asks you to. OKAY? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Derek said screaming at me.

I gulped and said "Y-yes, I won't."

Derek starting pulling over. Once we came to a final stop, the police officer approached our car.

"Hello sir, I'm officer Davis, I'm going to need your license and registration." said the officer.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he said while Derek was searching for his license.

"no sir I do not. Was it because of my tail light?" Derek said.

I rolled my eyes, and turned the opposite way. He's such a liar. I can't believe him.
His hand was still on my thigh the whole entire time.

"No, sir." the officer said looking confused. "You were swerving like a maniac back there." he continued.

Derek looked at me, and looked back at the officer.

"I'm so sorry officer, I didn't know. Here's my license and registration." Derek said handing him it.

"Okay Ma'am I'm gonna need yours as well." said Officer Davis.

I didn't even have a license or an ID. I was only 15.

"Sir-" I said.

"She's 15, she doesn't have a license or ID." Derek cut me off.

"Okay ma'am I'm gonna have you step out of the car, and place your hands on the car. Sir, please remain in your seat, with your hands out of your pockets." The officer said while handing Derek's license back.

I stepped out of the car, placing my hands on the car door.

"Ma'am you don't have any weapons or anything on you that's going to poke me or stick me?" the Officer asked.

"No sir, I do not." I said.

"Okay, I'm gonna search you to make sure you don't. Is that okay?" the officer asked.

I gulped, hoping that he wasn't like Derek. I nodded.

The officer trailed his fingers up and down me, exploring my curves, and my pockets to make sure I didn't have any fire arms.

Derek had made me scared and uncomfortable with any type of male. Even my own father, and Police who aren't supposed to hurt you.