Chapter 2: I'd like you to leave, and leave me alone
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Maybe we were rude, but maybe we're just loners yeah, it's a bit oxy-moronic, but Ace and I, well, that's it. I mean, in every school, which is about four at this point, we have found a girl or two that thanked us for showing them life, meanings, what's important, and you'll always know who they are, by their tattoo. Ace and I each have two. A tattoo that looks so simple, is small, yet holds dear to us, that reminds us, when life just really sucks, which happens to be a lot.
Flashback
Ellie and Emma were ignoring everyone and everything around them. They were too deep in conversation. People had a tendency to stay away from them, so they felt no need to watch for others. Sean and Jay, however, also happened to be deep in conversation, and failed to notice the two girls.
"Ow," Emma mumbled, "Watch where you're going," She said to the guy standing before her.
"Em, you okay?" Ellie, bent down, helping Emma pick up her things that fell from her bag.
"Didn't see you," Jay told her.
Emma stood, placing her bag back onto her shoulder, "Then open your eyes, or get a Seeing Eye dog."
End flashback
I am not a people person, and I lack social skills. I'm distant, and quiet, but no one has figured out that I don't talk to people that I don't like. They think I have a personality disorder. I usually tune her out while she's 'shrinking' me, but one question actually made me laugh. 'Does your father touch you in special places?'
Flashback
"Sweetheart, I have a new toy," Shane came down the stairs, and Emma automatically stood.
Shane's hands caressed her body, and Emma stood perfectly still. This started at the age of eleven, and as the years progressed, so did Shane's actions. Thankfully, Shane was more into making his daughter submissive, humiliated, and hurt. He wanted her to stay a virgin, something that Emma still couldn't understand.
"Do you like it, sweetheart?" Shane asked. Emma hated when he asked her questions like that. "Answer me," He ordered, taking out his 'new toy' and whipping her across the stomach.
Emma doubled over in pain. His new whip was hard, made out of leather, with small, almost dull spikes that pierced her skin. Pulling Emma up by her hair, Shane whipped her again.
"Yes," Emma finally managed to spit out, "Yes daddy," She said as she held her stomach.
"That's my girl," Shane kissed her on the head. His hand traveled down her face, skimming over her lips, down her neck, and over her breasts. He marveled his new marks on his daughter's body. "You look so perfect," He told her. "Get down on your knees," Shane put his whip down and undid his pants.
Emma hated this part, but slowly got on her knees. Shane pulled out his penis, jerking it off slowly as he put the head to Emma's lips. He forced Emma's lips open, thrusting into her mouth. "That's it baby," He encouraged her. Emma just closed her eyes, hoping he would just get this over with. Shane pushed harder, wanting to hear his own daughter gag on his length. "You're such a good girl," He cooed, putting his hand on the back of her head, forcing his penis down her throat.
End flashback