Chapter 4
Daddy's Little Girl
"You stupid Bitch, come back here and get what's coming to you!" He screamed at her through the bathroom door. Amanda could hear her father repeatedly slamming his fists on the door. He wasn't just drunk this time, he was fucked up, he had to be. She thought to herself, normally he would come home from work and start drinking, pass out in front of the TV or on the toilet and that would be the end of it. Sometimes when he had really bad days at work he would come home loaded and take his anger out on her. But this time it was different, he had a new look in his eyes, and he kept grabbing at her all through dinner, dads an asshole, lowlife and a drunk, but not a pervert, the man had some dignity left in him. She thought to herself. " Stupid bitch, no wonder your mom left us, you little coward. Get out here and face me!" His fists slammed agents the door harder and harder. The door cracked with every fall of his fists. Amanda slowly sank down the wall in the corner of the bathroom. She placed her head on her knees and waited for him to break down the door. Tears streamed down the side of her face, as she rocked back and forth agents the cold tile floor. How was this happening? What would compel him to rape his nineteen-year-old daughter? What was driving him to doing this these questions rolled over and over again in her mind as she attempted to sort through them.
She didn't know how long she was in the bathroom before the house went quiet. There was an eerie silence that seemed to swallow the houses every creek and moan not letting the smallest pep escape into the night. Amanda stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom door. Just as she stretched out her hand towards the doorknob her mined filled with horrible, violent images. Over and over again she keep seeing herself over powering her father and maliciously beating him with her bare fists, until he stopped struggling beneath her. The images were so clear and so real that Amanda had to stop and catch her breath before she could continue. As she gathered herself she looked down to see that her fists where a bright red color and they where balled into tight fist as if she was preparing to carry out the images in her mind. She opened her hand to let the blood flow freely; revealing four small half moon shapes cuts in each of her palms. The worm blood slowly trickled down her fingertips before tumbling towards the floor. She slowly placed a hand on the door, followed by one of her ears. She stood there for a few minutes listing to the world beyond the bathroom, not hearing anything she convinced herself that her farther had passed out some where in the house, or that he had decided to find a piece of ass elsewhere.
She pulled on the door allowing it to open just enough for her to peer out into the dark hallway. Not seeing any traces of life she slowly made her way down the hallway towards her room. She had no intention of staying at home, until her dad had a chance to sober up, all she wanted to do was get to her room, pack a bag and go. The sooner she got out of the house the sooner she would feel safe. She made her way down the hallway, being careful to dodge the various pieces of furnished, plates and lamps that scattered the floor. I feel like I'm in one of those stealth action video games she thought to herself as she dodged an over turned end table and softly stepped over some shattered light bulbs that where scattered over the lengthy of the hallway.
She reached her bedroom and quickly went to work gathering up various clothing and items that she thought she might need and stuffed them into a backpack.
As she turned toward the door, the door closed revealing her grinning father. He stepped towards her and backhanded her across the room. Amanda landed on the edge of the bed; before she could get up he was straddling her, pinning her. His arms pined her wrists to the bed and the weight of his torso and legs overwhelmed her making it imposable to struggle. Tears streamed down her face as he licked the side of her neck up and down. He adjusted his body over her to where he wouldn't need his hands to have her pined in place. Amanda could hear him struggling with his belt and shoes as he sat their smirking at her and licking his lips.
"Somebody help me, please god don't let him do this!" she screamed out over and over again. " Somebody… please!" her words seemed so distant to her now, even the events taking place seemed to slow and draw out, as if the night was some crewel joke from god. She quickly came to realize that nobody was coming for her, nobody could hear her or care about what was about to happen to her.
She could fell him sliding her jeans down to her knees, the tears streamed from her eyes as she managed to scream one last "NOOOO!" into the darkness of the night. Amanda's final plead for help cut through the night's air like some shrill mating call. If you didn't know what was going on in the small suburban home you would swear that the scream sounded like some one plummeting to there death off of the tallest building in town screaming there last breath the whole way down.
She could feel his grimy, rough hands slowly running up her inner calf, to the top of her thigh, and then up under her shirt as he was preparing to position himself on her.
Darkness began to surround her as she did her best to prepare herself for what was inevitably going to happen.