Chapter 14: Wishing that I was dead
"To Canada, now shut up." We were going to Canada. My father had decided to kidnap me, stuff me in the back seat with a blindfold over my head, and drive to Canada. What an idiot.
"Your never going to get away with this." I spat. "My parents will find me." I said with confidence.
"Oh I have no doubt that they will, but if they know better they'll leave it be." He said. I couldn't see him but I could feel him looking at me through the mirror.
"And why's that?" I asked suddenly curious.
"Because you die if they try anything." Suddenly my whole body felt heavy with his words. "And it would be easy for me to kill you right in front of them." He said.
"No!" I screamed. I wouldn't let that happen. If I was to die it wouldn't be in front of my loved ones.
"Or if that's not appealing to you I could just kill them." He said.
"You wouldn't." I dared.
"Watch me." He laughed evily. I decided to stay quiet. I laid my head back on the seat and sighed.
"I've missed you." My father said.
"No you missed what you did to me." I said back.
"Exactly, and tonight were going to have some fun. Now shut up." I listened immediently to his order. I didn't feel so brave anymore. I closed my eyes just listening to my own breathing trying to reassure myself that everything would be ok. When I opened my eyes I realized that the blindfold was off of me and we were parked in front of a small cabin. My father got out of the car first and opened my door for me. He grabbed my arm and led me into the house. It was small inside. It consisted of three rooms all on one floor. I was about to comment on it when I decided against it.
"I'm home!" My father shouted. I felt my heart flip in my chest. We weren't alone.
"Oh goodie, took you long enough."
"Oh shut the fuck up." My father spat at him. "Derek take Renesmee to her room please." My father said. The other man grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall to the room on the left.
"This will be your room." He threw me into it and shut the door behind me. I heard him lock it then walk away. I crawled onto the small cot near the farthest wall and hugged my knees to my chest. I cried silently letting the needed tears fall. I could hear their voices outside my door but tuned them out. I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep hoping to wake up from this aweful nightmare. I woke up to a loud banging coming from my door. It was kicked opened making me jump and my father stormed in.
"You!" He screamed out. "You killed her!" Oh god it was just like before when I used to live with him. He reached out and grabbed me throwing me into the wall. I let out a scream of pain holding my broken arm. My father kicked my in the side making me lose air. I screamed at him to stop.
"Stop!" I yelled. But I refused to call him daddy anymore.
"You killed her you piece of shit!" He yelled again. He reached down and grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me into the air. I let out a blood curling scream trying to kick him. But he was fast, he slapped me across the face and threw me into the bed.
"I didn't kill her!" I screamed feeling the pain of my arm.
"Yes you did, if you were never born then she would still be here!" He yelled. Derek came up behind my father and placed his hands on his shoulders.
"Come on Brian leave her alone, we'll have our fun tonight." I whimpered out in pain at the thought of what was in store for me. The two men left leaving me alone in the room once again. I limped into the bathroom that I had located in the room. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but gasp. I had a gaint red mark on my face from when he slapped me. There was blood dripping down from my head from when it hit the wall. My arm was black and blue and was twisted the opposite way and I think that I had a few broken ribs. Crying silently to myself I crawled back to the small cot on it praying that this would just end. Again I was woken up by a loud noise.
"No! It's my turn with her tonight!" Brain said.
"You already had your fun with her earlier today!" Derek yelled back.
"Damnit she is my daughter you bastered! I get to do it tonight!" And that was the end of there conversation because the door to my room opened letting in some light.
"Hello darling." My father said as he salked over to where I was lying. He crawled up into the bed and laid down next to me. I let out a small whimper when his hand went up my shirt but I didn't stop him. I couldn't I felt to weak.
"What are you doing?" I asked soflty as I felt his hand on my stomach.
"Daddy, just wants to have a little fun with his baby." He whispered into my ear. I wanted to scream at him to stop but I couldn't find the courage in me anymore. It was better if I just stayed there and let him do what he wanted to me. My father eventually removed my pants and shirt leaving me in my underwear and bra. He ran his hands up and down my body touching me all over. He then removed the last articles of my clothing leaving me naked in front of him. All I could do was let the tears silently fall. And then my father raped me. And through the whole process, I didn't scream, I didn't cry, I just laid there letting it all happen, wishing that I was dead.