Disclaimer: I don't own Spring Awakening
I buried my head beneath the covers and clasped my stuffed doll to my chest. My heart was racing as I heard his foot steps pounding on the wooden stair case.
"Not tonight. Please God, not tonight." I whispered to myself as the steps grew closer and closer. "I'll be good, I'll do anything, you can take anything away from me, and I'll give it up, just please God, not tonight…" But the foot steps grew nearer and the door creaked open
"Martha, darling" whispered my father.
I pretended to be asleep, lying there motionless, forcing my eyelids shut. But it was no use. I could feel his heavy breath on my face as he began to crawl under the covers next to me.
"Why?" I thought. "What did I do to deserve this?" I do everything the same as Thea and Anna, if not better, and their Papas don't lay a hand on them. It must be like Anna said: if you don't punish a child you don't love it. But Wendla's papa loves her and he would never dare to touch her.
"No…Papa!" I cried, wishing I hadn't just spoken as he struck me across the face. I let out a cry, trying my best to hold it in.
Once again I forced my eyelids shut, clutched my doll to my chest and lay their motionless until I heard the door close behind him. Once I was sure he was gone I began to weep. I was alone once again, with no one to turn to. I lay there motionless until I saw the sun rise through the window. I'd been too scared to fall asleep once again. I dressed for school and left my dreaded room, to be greeted by the smell of my mama's cooking. I quietly slipped off to school, again going unnoticed.
AN: So I was originally going to write this as a one shot, but I have another chapter to post since this one was so short.