Warning: Mature content
"Maddie, get down here you little whore" she heard her father yell. He was drunk. She could literally smell the alcohol all the way up to her room, but that was nothing new. She should be used to it actually.
With shaking legs she forced herself to go into the living room, it would be a hundred times worse if she disobeyed him.
As soon as he saw her come down the stairs, her father walked towards her and tried to pull her down the last few steps, causing her to fall on the floor.
"Get up right now!" he yelled and kicked her, when she didn't move
"Dad, no. Please!" she almost screamed, but he had lifted her off the ground and was dragging her to the couch, that was standing only a few steps away.
"Shut up" he said as he started to rip off her clothes
"But I didn't do anything bad today, please don't" she cried and tried to cover herself up with her hands. His breath smelled like vodka and cigarettes, but that wasn't the main thing she was focused on right now.
He had his hands all over- or more like his mouth, his hands were holding her wrists, pressing her down on the couch.
He was taking his time today, which surprised her, usually he didn't have that much patience. But he was clearly enjoying this, she hadn't cried in weeks and she could tell that her weakness was turning him on.
"It's pointless" she thought, as she felt him put all his weight on her body, before he got onto his knees and pulled her underwear down to her ankles.
"Stop being a crybaby. You are a woman now" he said as his hands wandered lower.
Maddie pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to stop him from touching her
Within seconds, he managed to spread her legs apart and thrust into her. Maddie tried to stop herself from screaming out in pain, she didn't want to give him that pleasure.
"Look at me" he demanded and pulled on her hair, to force her to keep her head up
"It's gonna stop. It's gonna stop. It's gonna stop" she told herself over and over again, every time he thrust into her.
And it did stop.
After five minutes he rolled off of her and just lay on the couch, breathing heavily. She waited until she was completely sure that he was asleep, before getting up again and walking back to her room.
She just lay in her bed naked, too scared to even get into the shower. What if he would hear her and decide that it was time for round 2?
But this time was different than any other time her father had come home drunk. He was right. She was a woman now. She had gotten her period for the first time a week ago. She hadn't told him- obviously, not wanting to give him any more reasons to rape her.
She sat up in the bed and listened to him snoring in the living room. She almost vomited at the thought of his baby growing inside of her.
She couldn't get pregnant.
No.
She needed the morning- after pill. There was no other option- other than killing herself.
She slowly climbed out of her bed and put her clothes back on.
"What are you doing? He is going to kill you" she thought, as she made her way down the stairs and carefully opened the door, trying not to make any noise. Once she had closed the door behind her, she started running, anxious that her father had heard her shut the door and was now coming after her.
When she was at the end of the road she looked back. Nothing.
"Too drunk to walk anymore" she thought to herself before she turned around and kept walking. She was lucky, the hospital was only about 10 minutes away from her house.
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