Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.
Author's Note: I believe this is a kinda different story for me to write. I'm more of a fluffy, fun kind of story writer. This is angsty, depressing, and just blah. Anyways, this has sexual content and abuse, hence why it's rated T. The first lyrics are from Korn's song Daddy, I changed two of the wors to fit the story though. This first chapter is a dream, but this is going to be a decently long chapter story. Hopefully I won't crash out half way through like some of my other stories...I'm going to try really hard not to. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. :)
"You raped, I feel dirty.
It hurt, as a child.
Tied down, "That's a good girl."
And fuck your own child.
I scream, no one hears me.
It hurt; I'm not a liar.
My God, I saw you watchin'.
Daddy, why? Your own child..."
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Six-year-old Lilly Truscott put on her Backstreet Boys pajamas and rubbed her eye tiredly. She yawned a little; it was nine thirty, way past her bedtime. But she wanted to be awake when her mother arrived, which was suppose to be when the small hand was on the eleven. Lilly's father walked in the room, but he wasn't smiling.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" She asked innocently, her bright blue eyes flashing. "Mommy's coming home! Aren't you excited to see her?"
Her father spit on the ground in front of her. "Like I care about that bitch," he spat again. "Lilly, I want to show you something in the basement. It's a surprise though, so I gotta cover your eyes and mouth." His words were slurring together, making it difficult for her to understand.
The young girl turned her head curiously. "Do I hafta? I really wanna see mommy." She paused. "Daddy, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Now, let me bring you down stairs."
"Daddy, I want to stay up here." Although she was only six, Lilly knew when a bad situation seemed like it was coming. She was very alert and had her guard on; her father had never come home this way before.
"Goddamnit, Lillian!" The next moment Lilly felt a strong, painful hand slap her across the face. The girl, not very strong, flew across the kitchen and slammed into the counter. Tears were pouring down her face.
"Daddy, what're you doing?" She cried, as he picked her up by her collar. "Don't hit me again, please daddy. I'm sorry for not going downstairs with you, just please, don't hit me again!"
"Shut up!" He threw her against the wall opposite them. Lilly scrambled to try to get away, when suddenly she felt the side of her tummy cave into her. She rolled across the ground, clutching her side, unable to move. Her father's boot met her ribs and the cracking sound and scream felt like it could be heard for miles.
The six year old could barely breathe. Her world started spinning but she felt as though she needed to stay awake. Desperately trying to hold on, she blinked her eyes to find her father near her waist.
"Daddy, what're you doing now?" She choked, her mouth hurting to move from where he slapped her.
"Shut up."
Lilly did as she was told. She felt her pants slide down her feet and her heart was beating faster. What's he doing to me? She heard his pant buckle being taken off. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and slowly took a drag; Lilly started coughing with the smoke going into her lungs. He was sitting on top of her; his legs were straddled around her waist and she couldn't move. One hand was holding her arm down while the other held the cancer causing stick. He deeply inhaled, then went inches in front of her face and blew it all out. She coughed insanely, gasping for air every moment she could. This procedure went on for ten minutes, until he was right down to the filter.
"Daddy, please let me go." She pleaded, eyes watering from pain and fear, getting harder and harder to breathe every moment.
Without muttering a word he took the end of his cigarette and put it right against her palm. She screamed in agony; it felt like freezing cold ice was being put on her, but pain filled her whole hand. She couldn't cry any harder, the room started spinning, and she lost all feeling in her body.
"Now, the only reason I came home…" She desperately tried to keep her eyes open while she heard him slide his own pants off of himself.
"What…are you doing…Daddy…" She asked, putting her small hand into a fist to try to feel the burn. She wouldn't dare hit her father; especially not after the past event. Even touching it made tears flow from her eyes more.
"Getting what I want, and what your mother won't give me." Lilly didn't understand. It felt as though the room was disappearing, her mind was going, the pain was taking over, and all she heard was her father's laughter in the background. He was laughing, he was laughing, then finally, everything went silent.
Miley awoke to find Lilly clutching onto her with tears streaming down her face.
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