Chapter 1: Daddy's little girl
Six year old Angela Orosco sat in her parents room, huddled beside their bed. She had her back placed firmly against the large ornate mirror, restlessly eying the bedroom's door. She hugged her knees close to her chest, silently praying that her father would leave her be for one night. She could hear the front door opening in her families cramped two bedroom apartment. She closed her eyes and listened to the angry voices that permeated through the closed door.
One voice was coming from her mother, Catherine Orosco. Although Angela could not make out her words, Catherine was furious. Angela cringed as she listened to her mothers out-burst. Her mother had once been a sweet woman, but ever since that day, she was becoming more and more hostile towards her family.
The other voice was a deep, unintelligible tirade: a males voice. Angela unconsciously hugged herself tighter.
Thomas Orosco had once been a good man. He worked as a lumber-jack in the out-skirts of their home-town of Silent Hill. He was a righteous family man whom Angela had loved with all of her heart. One night, he shattered that innocent love in a torrent of malicious greed and sick affection. Her father had come home drunk. She could smell the acrid aroma radiating off of him in thick waves. Her mother had rightfully chastised him and went to stay in a neighbors room. Her father went into her room, still trapped in a drunken stupor. The way he had looked at Angela made her feel uneasy, and the way he softly brushed one of his thick, worn hands through her hair made her extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't until he was touching her...
Angela shuddered at remembering that awful night. Now, she was poised to repeat it.
Angela opened her eyes as the door to her parents room opened. Pale light drowned out the darkness as she saw the silhouette of a large man block the entrance. The figure stumbled clumsily into the room, muttering obscenities under his breath. He didn't seem to notice Angela in the room at first, but after he turned on the light switch, his wild, blood-shot eyes found their way to her young, frail body. His lips curled in a sinister smile behind his shaggy mane of a beard. He slowly walked over to her hiding space, his ample shadow covering her small frame.
"Whadda hell ya doin' down der gal?" He said, his voice heavily slurred from drinking. He reached out and placed a rough hand on Angela's cheek. She resisted the urge to gag from his wretched stench as he tenderly brushed the side of her face. He wrapped his meaty hands around her shoulders and effortlessly lifted her onto the bed.
"Daddy no..."
She silently sobbed. She felt the tears run down her cheek as her father began to kiss her on the cheek. The sensation of his ratty beard sent chills down her spine. Pain shot through her neck as he tugged on her long, brown hair, exposing her pale neck. She felt the shame and disgust well up inside of her as her father violated her again. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her reflection in the large mirror. Angela stared into her own tearful, blood-shot eyes. She felt distant, like she wasn't even their at all.
Who are you? Angela thought dreamily at her reflection.
Her father forcefully shoved her down onto the bed, and Angela Orosco was once again thrust into his nightmare...