Cry For Help
A/N: This is the first Third Watch fanfiction that I have written and posted, and it took me a really long time to think up a good, new, interesting storyline. . . so here it is and I really hope that you all like it!
Chapter 1 - Child's Play
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I don't even think my mother had the slightest idea. I don't think anyone did. . . and that's what made the entire situation even worse. I couldn't tell anyone; I was terrified! Who could I go to for help? My mom would never believe me even if I did gather up enough courage to tell her in the first place, and I had no one else to turn to.
I have heard about things like this happening to kids before; Mom has arrested a lot of men for it, but never in a million years did I EVER think that it could happen to me! And I knew what would happen to him if I told anyone.
But I knew it was wrong.
It was sick and wrong, and I knew that with all my heart, and not only that, but it scared the hell out of me. Whenever there was no one around, he would go after me. He'd touch me in places that I knew were wrong. Very wrong. I'm not a child, I am 15 years old, and he really thought that he could do these things to me without having to deal with me struggling. Well, he was wrong. I would struggle to the very best of my ability; use every ounce of strength I had to get away from him, but he would always threaten me every time I tried. He would either say that he would kill me or that he would hold me down and rape me! He actually told me that if I didn't let him touch me and kiss me, then he would rape me. . . So, of course, considering those consequences, I always did what he said.
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I was up in my room on a Thursday night listening to music on my bed, just thinking. I must have been crying because I remember my eyes clouding over before I drifted into sleep. Sleep was the only place that I actually felt safe. It was the only time I could go away, and just escape the nightmare that I was living. . . but the thing is that they were only dreams; I always woke up eventually. I'd have to wake up and hope that today, nothing bad would happen. . . but most of the time my wish would not come true, and he would find me, and do what he pleased with me. I don't know why I didn't give up struggling a long time ago. I mean, it had been going on for weeks and no one had the slightest clue that this was happening to me. I was stuck in this damn situation that I couldn't get out of. He was bigger and stronger than me, so I never stood a chance of getting away. Yet I still fought, and every time I did, he would just get rougher with me; hit me sometimes. . . He was sick. I just kept trying to tell myself that he's sick and that it's not his fault, but I knew deep down that whether sick or not, he knows right from wrong. He knew it was wrong, yet he kept doing it for his own sick pleasure. . . And to think that he was one of the few people in my life that I trusted the most! I mean, it's a real reality slap when someone so close to you breaks your trust and abuses you. . . I didn't know how much more of it I could take.
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My mom got home late that night. She came into my room while I was sleeping, and started brushing my hair out of my face.
"Emily."
I was still half asleep, but I managed a little grunt to tell her that was listening.
"Emily, your grandmother just called me. She's having a rough time and I thought it would be best for me to go see her and you know, help out around the house and what not. I just thought I'd tell you here instead of over the phone. . . I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, and figured you would want to sleep in."
"How long?" I asked her, still drowsy with sleep.
"I'll be back on Monday - "
"WHAT?!" The moment I heard my mom's reply, I sprung up into a sitting position on my bed. My heart started beating faster and faster.
"The whole weekend?!"
"Yeah Em, it's just three days. Your dad will be here."
I looked at my mom, trying to hide my look of complete fear. I can't even begin to explain how I felt at that moment. My heart about jumped into my throat, my pulse quickened. . . I felt like I was having a panic attack!
"Em, are you okay?"
Apparently I wasn't hiding my expressions as well as I had wished. Was I okay? WAS I OKAY?! Of course I wasn't okay! With my mom around, he didn't have much of a chance to get me alone; if she left, he would have me all to himself for an entire weekend! I didn't even want to start thinking about what he could do to me over the course of three days.
"Emily?"
"Yeah Mom, I'm good. Uh, you have a good time okay?"
My mom smiled at me and kissed my head before getting up and going to bed. Little did she know that my dad, my own father was the man that was ruining my life.
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TBC
A/N: anyone like it? Please don't hurt me, I know it's sick, but it's interesting!! Hehe. If you like, please review so that I'll write more!!
A/N: This is the first Third Watch fanfiction that I have written and posted, and it took me a really long time to think up a good, new, interesting storyline. . . so here it is and I really hope that you all like it!
Chapter 1 - Child's Play
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I don't even think my mother had the slightest idea. I don't think anyone did. . . and that's what made the entire situation even worse. I couldn't tell anyone; I was terrified! Who could I go to for help? My mom would never believe me even if I did gather up enough courage to tell her in the first place, and I had no one else to turn to.
I have heard about things like this happening to kids before; Mom has arrested a lot of men for it, but never in a million years did I EVER think that it could happen to me! And I knew what would happen to him if I told anyone.
But I knew it was wrong.
It was sick and wrong, and I knew that with all my heart, and not only that, but it scared the hell out of me. Whenever there was no one around, he would go after me. He'd touch me in places that I knew were wrong. Very wrong. I'm not a child, I am 15 years old, and he really thought that he could do these things to me without having to deal with me struggling. Well, he was wrong. I would struggle to the very best of my ability; use every ounce of strength I had to get away from him, but he would always threaten me every time I tried. He would either say that he would kill me or that he would hold me down and rape me! He actually told me that if I didn't let him touch me and kiss me, then he would rape me. . . So, of course, considering those consequences, I always did what he said.
* * * * * * *
I was up in my room on a Thursday night listening to music on my bed, just thinking. I must have been crying because I remember my eyes clouding over before I drifted into sleep. Sleep was the only place that I actually felt safe. It was the only time I could go away, and just escape the nightmare that I was living. . . but the thing is that they were only dreams; I always woke up eventually. I'd have to wake up and hope that today, nothing bad would happen. . . but most of the time my wish would not come true, and he would find me, and do what he pleased with me. I don't know why I didn't give up struggling a long time ago. I mean, it had been going on for weeks and no one had the slightest clue that this was happening to me. I was stuck in this damn situation that I couldn't get out of. He was bigger and stronger than me, so I never stood a chance of getting away. Yet I still fought, and every time I did, he would just get rougher with me; hit me sometimes. . . He was sick. I just kept trying to tell myself that he's sick and that it's not his fault, but I knew deep down that whether sick or not, he knows right from wrong. He knew it was wrong, yet he kept doing it for his own sick pleasure. . . And to think that he was one of the few people in my life that I trusted the most! I mean, it's a real reality slap when someone so close to you breaks your trust and abuses you. . . I didn't know how much more of it I could take.
* * * * * * *
My mom got home late that night. She came into my room while I was sleeping, and started brushing my hair out of my face.
"Emily."
I was still half asleep, but I managed a little grunt to tell her that was listening.
"Emily, your grandmother just called me. She's having a rough time and I thought it would be best for me to go see her and you know, help out around the house and what not. I just thought I'd tell you here instead of over the phone. . . I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, and figured you would want to sleep in."
"How long?" I asked her, still drowsy with sleep.
"I'll be back on Monday - "
"WHAT?!" The moment I heard my mom's reply, I sprung up into a sitting position on my bed. My heart started beating faster and faster.
"The whole weekend?!"
"Yeah Em, it's just three days. Your dad will be here."
I looked at my mom, trying to hide my look of complete fear. I can't even begin to explain how I felt at that moment. My heart about jumped into my throat, my pulse quickened. . . I felt like I was having a panic attack!
"Em, are you okay?"
Apparently I wasn't hiding my expressions as well as I had wished. Was I okay? WAS I OKAY?! Of course I wasn't okay! With my mom around, he didn't have much of a chance to get me alone; if she left, he would have me all to himself for an entire weekend! I didn't even want to start thinking about what he could do to me over the course of three days.
"Emily?"
"Yeah Mom, I'm good. Uh, you have a good time okay?"
My mom smiled at me and kissed my head before getting up and going to bed. Little did she know that my dad, my own father was the man that was ruining my life.
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TBC
A/N: anyone like it? Please don't hurt me, I know it's sick, but it's interesting!! Hehe. If you like, please review so that I'll write more!!