Watching, waiting as he stumbles up the stairs… solemnly, silently, I listen to his shaking voice. He's angry, blaming me for not being able to give him the monster within me.
Trembling, terrified, I waiting for the pain… the pain as I listen to his harsh, heavy breathing. But this time it's different, he comes for me but instead of punching me, he rips my clothes off. There are worse things than being dead… like being split in half by that throbbing pain in between my legs.
Darkness washes over me as I slip away from consciousness.
I wake with a hoarse scream, covered in something sticky… my crotch aches, I feel like I'm bleeding.
Shame, humiliation and fear washes over me. He finally found my weakness… he finally made me hurt so bad I thought I would die.
I lay there with trembling knees as more and more men come.
Finally they stop coming and my father scooped me up, gently and lovingly. He bathed and dressed my naked body. He covered me in blankets and I whispered as I slipped from reality.
"Thank you."