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Chapter 2
Maka's POV
It was Friday and everybody appeared to be excited. The week was winding down and the news of no homework was an enjoyment for most. Classes that day were pretty uneventful. Professor Stein had decided to let us leave early on the condition that we complete an in-class assignment beforehand.
As I was finishing up the assignment, Liz and Patty approached me. "Hey, Maka! Would you like come stay at our house tonight? We know Soul is out of town and we thought that we could have some girl time," Liz asked.
"Yeah! Let's have a sleepover," Patty jumped in.
"I would love to guys, but I already have plans," I started to explain. "I am going to have dinner with my father. He was pretty much on his hands and knees begging me to spend time with him."
"Oh, okay. Maybe we can do it some other time," Liz stated hopefully.
"Yeah, most definitely. Well, see you guys later."
Once they left the classroom, I was the last one remaining. It felt a little strange being the last one to complete the assignment. I finished the assignment and got up to hand it in. I walked up to Professor Stein's desk and set my paper on top of the rest of my classmates' assignments. I noticed that Stein was grading the test that we took earlier that week. As I turn to leave, he said something.
"Maka have a nice time with your father tonight."
I was a little shocked at his statement, but nonetheless replied, "I will try. Have a nice weekend, Professor."
I walked out of the classroom and ran outside. It was such a nice day; sunny with white puffy clouds. There was a slight breeze. I stood there with my eyes closed just taking in the moment. My hair flowed graceful in the wind and I could smell pumpkins. It was so peaceful and calming. It wasn't very often that I got experience things like this.
I started walking towards my father's house. It had been so long since I had been there that I almost forgot where it was or what it looked like. It was a petite two-story house. The house was green. It would almost remind you of the color of my eyes. There was a small cherry porch connected to the house and a short white picket fence that surrounded it. After admiring the house I grew up in, I walked up onto the porch and rang the doorbell. I stood there for a moment until my father excitedly answered the door.
"Maka! You came! I can't believe it!"
"I'm here, Papa."
He came up behind me and pushed me through the door all while saying, "Come in. Come in. Make yourself at home."
I walked in to find the place rather clean. I would have never expected it to be this clean, but then again I was here and I am sure he wanted to make an impression. I went over to the living room area and sat on the couch. I looked around to see that nothing had changed since I lived here. Not one thing had been moved out of its place. However, it did smell different. There was no scent of my mother anywhere. It smelled just like Papa and his cheap cologne. There were also hints of other perfumes, most likely from the various women he brings home.
I was snapped out of my trance when a hand was placed on my shoulder.
"Maka, dinner is ready. I made your favorite, spaghetti and meatballs."
"Oh, thanks," I said still a little distracted. I got up and followed him to the dining room. It smelled wonderful. There was a white table cloth spread across the table and in the center there was a small vase with red carnations in it. I had also noticed two white candles had been lit as well. "Man, he must really be trying tonight," I whispered to myself. I sat down in one of the wooden chairs my father pulled out for me. Once I was seated, he headed to the kitchen. After a moment, he popped his head through the doorway. "What would you like to drink, Maka?" He looked way to cheerful. It was almost scaring me.
"Water is fine, Papa," I told him. I wasn't really sure what he had and didn't care to find out to be honest. All I wanted to do was finish dinner and go home. A minute later, Papa walked out with two plates of food. He quickly hurried back into the kitchen and brought out two glasses of water. He sat down in the chair across from me. "Dig in," he said. "I hope you enjoy the meal. I know it's your favorite."
"Uh, thanks," I said again. I took a bite out of the meal. It was delicious. There was a nice balance between spices in the tomato sauce. My father was a good cook despite all of his other lacking qualities. We continued eating our meal and my father tried to start small talk between us.
"How are your classes? Are you learning a lot?"
"They're fine. And yes, I am learning plenty," I replied and took a sip of my water.
"How many souls have you collected so far?"
"Not including the 99 we collected before screwing up, I think around 34," I said taking another drink of my water.
"That's not too bad. I know you will make a Death scythe eventually," he stated. He had his hands held on his chin like he was anticipated something spectacular to come out of my mouth. It was almost as if he was waiting for something.
We finished our meal and my father stood up to take care of the dishes. I stood up to help him and felt really dizzy all of a sudden. Maybe it was just because I was sitting down for so long I told myself. Let's just give it a minute. It only seemed to get worse. My vision started to get blurry and the room was spinning. I never had felt this before. Was I sick? I felt fine until a minute ago. I leaned against the wall so I wouldn't fall over. I grabbed my head. It felt like it was going to explode.
All of a sudden, my father was behind me. He had this smirk. "Are you alright?" It sounded rather sarcastic. Was this what he was waiting for? I knew he seemed a little too happy, but I couldn't figure out why. Now I knew why he was so cheerful. He had drugged me. For what purpose I did not know. I pushed myself off of the wall. I looked at him. He had this smile on his face. He just looked so evil.
"I think….get going. I homework…." I said. Oh god, my words are slurred. I am going downhill much more quickly than I thought. Suddenly, I had arms wrapped around me. My father had embraced me. I could feel breathing on my neck. My body immediately tensed at his touch. I was so uncomfortable. Then he said these words, words that I will never forget.
"You have been ignoring me a lot lately, Maka. You have not been listening to your Papa. You have embarrassed me time and time again. Therefore, you have to be punished."
His embrace tightened. He started kissing my neck. He started up by my ear and slowly worked his way down to my collarbone. Along the way, he bit into my neck. He broke the skin several times leaving small trails of blood. He turned me around and kissed me. His tongue demanded entrance. He forced his way into my mouth. He made sure he felt every nook and cranny before he took a breath.
His hands moved from their previous position on the back of my head to the rest of my body. His hands glided over every part of me. I tried to push him off me but I was too weak. I couldn't stop him from touching me.
"That drug I gave you makes you very weak. You will remain conscious, but you will not be able to fight me. So just sit back and take your punishment," he laughed.
"Pl-please, Pa-Papa stop." I begged. Tears filled my eyes. I felt so helpless. I couldn't do anything to stop what he was doing to me. He is much stronger than I am and with the drug he gave me I didn't stand a chance.
My father had removed my vest and shirt. He started grope my breasts. He slowly led me to the couch where he laid me down on the couch. He continued to feel every inch of my body. Kissing and touching each part until he felt satisfied with the work he had done.
"Maka, you look just like your mother," he moaned. "You are so beautiful. I hope you are enjoying your punishment as much as I am." All you could hear was pure lust in his voice.
I was in pure shock. Here was a man I trusted to never hurt me and he was doing this. He was my father and he was doing this to me. I couldn't comprehend this. I just couldn't grasp this. I must have been dreaming. This was a nightmare and I was going to wake up in my room any minute.
It just kept on continuing. His hands moved further down my body. His hand moved down my skirt. I tried to move. I tried to push him off me once again. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. It hurt so much. I let out a small yelp. He only seemed to get more aroused. He seemed to get more impatient. He slipped a finger inside me. He pumped it in and out and then he added another finger. Tears started to stream down my face. All I could is sit there and accept my fate.
Time seemed to go on forever. Minutes felt like hours. Every touch felt like acid. There was so much pain and it just continued. I felt him pull his fingers out of my core. Then I heard what sounded like a zipper. I looked down and saw my father zip his pants down. He pulled my underwear off. He shifted his weight and then I felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. He pushed himself as far as he could into me. He was very rough and his rhythm was very fast and uneven. I couldn't even scream. He just kept going. It felt as if my organs were going to be ripped out of my body. There was so much pain. I couldn't take it anymore. My vision started to darken. I finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, slipped into unconsciousness.
So that was chapter two! I am so proud of myself for writing this much. I normally I can't write more than 20 words without getting writers block! XD With that being said, don't expect me to update on a regular basis. I apologize in advance. I will do my best to finish this story though!
