A/N- There is a very good chance that this chapter should be rated M, but I'm going to leave the rating for now, unless reviews tell me to change it. Be aware, this may be a little morbid.

Some people, when they talked of their fathers, talked of how their fathers had been perfect. They talked of how their fathers would laugh at their jokes. How their fathers would purse their lips when they walked down the stairs in short skirts. How their fathers would kiss them goodbye at the door.

But that wasn't the case for her.

When she talked of her father, she talked of the horrors. She talked of how he still kept her up every night, even twenty odd years later. She talked of how he had ruined her childhood.

She talked of how he had ruined her life.

Or she didn't talk at all.

The same people that would talk about how perfect their fathers were would call her a wimp. They would tell her to face her fears. They would tell her to face her past.

But they didn't understand.

And that is possibly the most clichéd line in existence. Of course, no one else understands the pain you're going through. No one else has a bad life. Of course they do. Someone always has it worse than you.

She knew that when she was young. That was what kept her going when she was young.

But she had it worse than they did.

They would go home to love and kisses. She would go home to beatings. They would go home to people listening about their mundane days, the same story being told in and out. She would go home to shielding her brothers to protect them from the cruelty of the world. They would go home to hot meals on the table each day. She would go home to a living hell. They would go home to their families.

They would go home to their loving, caring fathers.

She would go home to him.

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The door was locked.

That was a good sign.

That might mean that he wasn't in.

That might mean that she was going to be safe, safe for the few hours she had until she picked up her brothers from school.

But of course she wasn't.

She never was.

Is anyone ever safe when they come home to this every day?

"Teressaaaa.." He slurred as he practically fell down the stairs. "Teressaaa darling.."

"Dad?" She was backing away from him.

This was bad. That feeling in her stomach, it was bad. Her head was screaming at her, get away, get away, get away. Turn. And. Run.

But she couldn't.

She was frozen.

She kind of knew what was coming. That was what shocked her so much. That was what kept her frozen in place as he advanced on her, pressing her against the wall.

"You look so much like your mother Teresa." He placed a hand on her breast. "Teresa, you are.. You are so beautiful.."

"Dad.. Dad stop.. This isn't right.." She was struggling now.

"It is right Teresa, it is right and you know it is." He pushed against her harder, his erection pressing into her.

"Dad!" She was slipping away..

"No!" He grabbed her as she ran up the stairs, pinning her to the carpeted surface.

This was it. This was where she was going to loose her virginity. There was no way she could get away. There was no way she could escape.

She was going to loose her virginity at the age of 14 to her father.

She was going to be a victim of rape.

She was going to be a victim.

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Another A/N- So it was a little deep for me, but I'm gunna stick with it anyway. Please review on how I did- I've never written a chapter like this before. Thankyou!