Hey i am doing gooood! the Chain my other story in one day! high five! i might actually update the other story again! i am in a writey mood! i blame The Wanted! i love them! ahaahahahahahahhh...

WARNING: This has some serious sexual content mature audience

... and for all of you wondering about Beck... next chapter should reveal his fate...

Disclaimer: Not Dan sorry! I wish i was Dan... then i would be funny!

"Get out of here, Vanessa" My dad was yelling his voice slurring. He was obviously drunk. All the elements were there. He was beyond wasted; the alcohol was coursing through his veins pumping into his brain, creating a haze that would disrupt his thought. He would not be able to think properly. Then he was pained. There were old memories pounding through his head of Elizabeth, my mother, his wife. Times that were long gone, when she was still alive and well, before a devastating car crash that my father and Vanessa blamed on me. If I hadn't been at school so late at night for play rehearsal she would have never left the house, she would have been in bed sleeping, getting rest. But no, instead she had to pick up, me, her daughter, while fighting off sleep, causing the prefect circumstances for a collision with an oncoming truck. My father was remembering the hospital, her last final moments. The thoughts, the pain rattling in his brain slamming at the walls of his skull like trunks. Anger plastered all over his mind. He thought of his daughter he resented so much because she killed his wife. It was all her fault. Then she come and dare mention her name, in his house. Anger soaked his mind bathing in it and soaking up like a sponge. And finally, lust. Lust for his daughter who resembled her mother so much, the woman he loved so much. They have the same cheeks and button nose, similar ears and eyes. There body shape and height were just like each other's. They had the same curvy shape that he deeply loved. She had her harsh attitude. Lust tinted his mind. This was all the elements that were so exactly aligned to bring horror to my eyes. This situation, it has happened before, when he was this mad, this pained, this drunk and this lust filled. A 12 year old Jade West had her father swipe away her virginity.

Vanessa had left the room and there was just me and my father, looking at each other. Everything hurt and I knew everything would worst in a matter of minutes. I prayed to a God who I knew was there, a God who I had prayed to everyday when my mother was alive, a God who I use to visit His house when Elizabeth West walked the earth. I didn't pray that he would leave, because I knew my dad was staying. I didn't pray that he wouldn't hurt me, because I knew I was in for a world of hurt. I prayed that painkillers would kick soon, and maybe block out all the white hot fire that would course through me.

My dad and I had the same glare, but his; his was much, much scarier. He glared at me hard before moving one leg towards me. His steps were loud and rattled my whole house like thunder they boomed and it was scary. With each step the intensity built and I thought I would die by the amount of anticipation and fear in the air.

"Jade," His voice was hoarse and scary. It cracked through the room and it was scary and creepy like a haunted cave in the woods. "You look so much like your mother." I know I do. I love that I look my mother because my other is the most beautiful person to walk this earth. She was like a goddess. The Goddess of the sea; majestic and beautiful, calm like a dream, but then she can snap, become the most terrify thing in the world, thrash you around then become placid once more. I loved looking like my mother, getting her beauty was a blessing and a gift. But it came with a down side, the lust of my father.

My dad ripped the covers from my body and dragged me lower on my bed. His hands were huge about the size of a basketball, well at least they looked that big as the grabbed my body. I was still naked from before, when I was at Beck's.

Oh Beck, I am sorry that I am a cheater. That I could not give you my virginity like you gave me and that my father is taking from me again but I'm in too much agony to stop him. I am so sorry that I even got you into this. I'm sorry you date me, when you could have had a normal beautiful girlfriend whose father doesn't rape her when he hears her mother's name.

My dad's thick fingers began pinching my nipples roughly. It hurt like hell, like the rest of my body. Soon he became bored of this action and grabbed my knees. Quickly and hurriedly he tore them open to reveal my vagina. He roughly massaged my clit to get me wet but it wasn't working. It only brought me a kind of pain that was pure torture. I wanted to cry out and scream but I dug my teeth in to my lips to prevent me from making any noise that sounded unhappy. That would cause my father to get angry. He would then hit me and between this and the previous beatings I got I don't think I could take anymore blows. When my father realized that he was not making me wet he tried something new. He stuck three of his cigar thick fingers in to my red hole and I bit back the urge to scream. He pushed his fingers in and out mercilessly. I felt my scream build up in my throat and I tried to swallow it or keep it back in some way, my father pick up pace and the pain not subsiding was not helping either. Lucky for me he pulled out.

But just my luck he was not done, oh, he was far, far from done. He began to strip himself and I saw his manhood. It was scary to see. It was big and pink and damn it hideous! He a crawled on top of me and aligned himself with my hole. He grinned at me horridly and pushed in. I could not help the scream that rang out of me. But my father was too deep in though and his grunts to care about my pained screams. His hands were roaming my body pinch and pronging at things that wanted to be left alone. He then rested on hand on my hair pulling in a way that was awkward and uncomfortable. It felt as if my dad would never stop the way he picked up pace and kept going. My whole body was ringing in pain. It felt as it I was being burned alive every limb, every particle felt like I was trapped inside the sun. My dad came inside of me and I clamped around him in the most painful orgasm I had ever felt. He did not stop though, he did not even slow down, he kept going and going.

Finally he pulled out but it was not a good thing. He flipped me over and pushed hard into my ass. I screamed into my pillow tears spring from my eyes then running down my cheeks soaking the pillow. This was the most painful thing I have ever felt. He pulled out and laughed at me crying in to the pillow.

"Stupid, pathetic Jade," he laughed as he spat on me. "Where is your pretty little boyfriend now?" He pondered mocking me. He got up and left with his clothes still on the floor and the stench of alcohol, sex, and tears suffocating the room, lingering around like smog.

I buried my head deeper into my pillow; drowning in tears as I finally felt the pain killers numbing my body one limb at a time. Then I thought to myself, where is Beck?

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