Damned - Uncharted Territory

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A ceiling fan can rotate over a hundred times, and still not stop until you stop it. Five blades rotating over and over. It was hypnotizing; placed perfectly in the center of a pale white ceiling. Five black blades rotating at a fast-paced speed, causing the whole ceiling fan to wobble. If only the damn thing would fall. No matter how hard it shook or how many times it went around, it would not fall.
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I wished I could pass out from the dizziness of the rotating fan. If only the damn thing would fall. If only it would drop right on top of Mark Plain's head. If only it would fall, injuring or hopefully killing him. Please Fall.
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Almost over, the counting must continue. Mark never made it past 130; never. My head banged against the wall, that the bed was pushed up against. Somehow the repeated pain to my head still wasn't as painful as the pain between my legs. Sweat dripped from Mark's forehead onto my eyelid. Frantically, blinding his sweat away from my eye, I wiggled in protest of more sweat falling onto me.
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Please stop. A slam across my face was granted for my disobedience. The burning sensation remained even after he placed his hands back on the sides of my head. Moving wasn't an option, he never liked it when I moved. His head remained in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily. Without warning; Mark tilted most of his weight onto his left arm as his right hand moved to my neck. His fingers curled around my neck, causing my breath to hitch. He groaned with approval. He was close.
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Mark's body shook while tightening his fingers around my throat. I felt my breath slowly escape me. Mark yelled in response to his release then his body stilled on top of me.
"I Can't... can't" struggling to breathe, I reached my hands up to my neck, I scratched at his arms for release.

"Wait a damn minute! You'll be fine!" Mark huffed, pushing himself off of me while using my neck as support. The Pressure of his palm pushing down on my windpipe, caused me to let out a silent cry. Once Mark found his footing, he released my neck. He stood over me, displaying a disgusted look on his face. I wasn't bothered because if I could look at myself I would be disgusted too.

"You may go to your room now" he ordered; fixing his clothing as he stood over me. I exited the room without a word. It was time to move on with my day. Friday's before school were reserved for him. He made sure to schedule this moment after his wife leaves town. My aunt. She became my guardian after my parents died when I was 12. Mark married my aunt Gia when I turned 13. He took on the father role; my aunt expressed that I needed him. Only he wasn't a father figure to me. He was a rapist. He took my innocence when I turned 14. On my birthday to be exact. My aunt had planned a party for me with my closest friends. It was a simple party but I had fun. At the end of the party; my aunt drove each one of my friends home and left me with Mark. That night before bed, Mark came into my room and told me a happy birthday. He whispered to me that I was now old enough to enjoy his fun. Within seconds he held me down and discarded me like I was a piece of trash. Back then he did not schedule a time for his abuse. He did it whenever he felt like it; without remorse. By 17, I knew what he wanted and required from me so I did it without question. Every day I want it to end but I am stuck.
" Be home before 6," Mark shouted from his bedroom.
"I have practice. It's not over till 7"
"What did I just say, Paige ?"
"Be home by 6.."
"Before!"
I gathered my book-bag and keys from my desk preparing to leave the house. I wore something simple. Black jeans, vans, and a pullover hoodie. I was in the mood for a fashion show. I headed to the front door with my keys in hand.
"Wait." Mark placed his hand on the door to stop me from leaving. "I sensed some attitude"
"No, I don't have an attitude. I was just concerned about practice" I whispered.
"Don't be. You know the drill."
"Ok, Mark I am late."
"Mhm, I will see you later" He removed his hand and walked away from the door.
I fled from the house to the nearest bus stop cursing in my head. I hated him. I wish my aunt cared enough to remove him from our lives.