It was worse than any nightmare I had ever had. My innocence was nothing now. I limped down the quiet highway, the blood spots on my jeans were rubbing against my leg and the cold air was slicing my pale skin through the rips in my shirt. The tears were pouring down my face. I traced the cut on my bottom lip, the blood tasted salty but in a strange way good. I walked up the driveway to the house, the lights were off and the car was gone. Maybe he had realized I should have been home two hours ago. I made my way up the stairs to the front porch and opened the door. I shuffled up to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. The dead leaves and mud had knotted themselves in my hair. Dirt covered my face and arms. The tears had made my eyeliner smear across my face.
The hot water felt nice against my bruised skin. I took as long as I could, washing every inch of my body. I felt disgusting. When I was done I walked across the hall to my room and locked the door. There was no way I would face my dad tonight. I slipped the covers over my head and laid there for what seemed like forever. The wind was picking up now and the tree branches outside my window were tapping against the glass. I sat up and stared at the wall. My life had been ripped apart in just one hour. My innocence wasted. My body used for someone's own pleasure.
"Bella?" My dad's voice echoed through the door. I didn't move, I couldn't even find my voice.
"Bella are you alright? Look I didn't mean to say those things earlier. Will you please open the door?" I put my head down. Would looking at my own father make things even more difficult? Would I be able to look at any guy without thinking they're all the same?
"Go away!" I yelled. I tried to sound angry. Between the tears and the stuttering I doubt that was possible.
"Bella please?" He asked again. I picked up a book I had sitting on the nightstand beside my bed and threw it at the door.
"I said go away! I don't want to talk to you!" I waited a few minutes before tiptoeing over to the door, unlocking it and cracking it open just enough to see if he had gone away. The hallway light was off and his bedroom door was closed. I locked my door again and lay back down. What was I supposed to do? Everything hurt and how would I be able to hide this from everyone? I closed my eyes and as the crying continued, I slowly fell asleep.