No chance given
(Sorry guys, I know this will sound brutal and I really have no idea why I wrote it but I had a dream about it awhile back and I thought about this and how scary it would be if it happened to me... Anyway If you don't like it then make a comment but you don't have to read this..)
Blood drips down my lip, not sure whether it's busted or split...
Dad's drinking again, time for my punishment...
I got down to the floor and waited for my time when he is ready for me to be his victim again...
"Get you ass to the bedroom!" He screamed as I scrambled my way up the stairs like he wanted...
I hated him...
Loathed him...
Begged God every day to take him away or burn the bastard to death...
My mother walked out on him with no trace or even so much as a note to say goodbye..
I have to live with this for the rest of my life until my father sees fit...
"Get on the bed..." He said. I looked at him with fury in my eyes and shook my head...
*SLAP*
His hand zipped across my cheek and I felt tears stinging my eyes as he repeated his words, to which again I refused...
Dad began to close the distance and punched me in the stomach and I cried out as I crouched over, tears falling down my face.
He soon grabbed my hair and yanked me to the bed as I began to cry out and fight against him.
He tied my hands to the bedpost and finally managed to get my hands tied real good as he began to climb on top,
I tried the best I could to fight him, being the weaker one and he began to grind his clothed body against me while his hands ravished my body,
I cried out of displeasure and he grabbed the bottle of whiskey shoving it in my mouth to shut me up...
I coughed up the liquid trying to breathe again, feeling the fire in my lungs as he managed to rip off my jeans to get a better advantage...
I cried out again trying to stop the wretched violation from happening as he began to tear the last remaining piece of garment I had left...
I began to whiplash like a rabid dog and yelled out as loud as I could and continued to fight...
*SLAP*
Again in my face as he forced himself in and I cried out,
Tears continued to fall as he continued his assault on my body until his final release did he finally let me go and pull out...
He untied my hands and I felt dirty and disgusted with myself as he had said,
"Good Bitch, now clean that shit up and meet me tomorrow in here again or I will kill you..."
With that he left and I was left in the darkness to cry over the violation I received...
I curled up into a ball, crying and thought about getting help,
But the solution didn't help and it was hopeless
Who will help me? No one... They didn't know...
Will my life get any better?
I'll never know...
R&R guys! I know it not the best story but it was something I put together from a dream... I hope it was okay, I know I didn't like writing this but let me know what you think...