Why Me?

"Wait what's going on? Where am I?" I frantically say as I regained consciousness.

I attempted to sit up as I was in a very uncomfortable position. My body wasn't budging and that's when i saw an unfamiliar man on top of me. Aggressively kissing my neck.

"WTF LEAVE ME ALONE" I shouted gripping onto his shirt trying to get his large body off of mine. But there was no point he was too strong. His massive body overpowered mine. I whimpered in pain.

"dad?"

"Dad?"

"DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?"

"HELP ME"

The strange man slapped my ebony skin and covered my mouth with his huge hand. "I liked you better when you were unconscious"

He continued to whisper into my ear saying how this was the best £2500 he's ever spent for a person. What did he mean by that? Was I being bought off?

I tried to pinch and scratch his torso but to no avail did he stop kissing my neck. What did I do to deserve this "WHY ME?"

With the tears burning my cheek I turned my face away from the man destroying every part of my self.

I see my Dad's figure appear into the room. He just stood there not coming to my rescue; not saying a word.

He mouthed "Sorry" before walking away from me with the money in his hands. Slamming the door behind him.

The three things I had to myself was now gone.

My Innocence

My Purity

And the one man I thought I could count on in this shitty fucked up world

I felt like dying. Right here right now

I feel empty, dirty, unworthy, weak and destroyed.

I might as well end it. It's not like anyone would care if I'm alive or dead