Note: I do NOT own Galactik Football!!!
Warning: Contains a major amount of physical and sexual violence!!!
When Tia woke up, she was expecting to be in her room but instead, she found herself in a room that wasn't even familiar. She took a quick glance around her surroundings to find that she was in a small apartment that just had a bedroom and a bathroom and when she looked to her right, she found Rocket asleep in the bed next to hers. She quickly stood up and sat down on it and tried to wake him up.
'Rocket…Rocket, wake up,' she said and began to shake him when he finally woke up. When he saw Tia he immediately sat up.
'Tia, are you alright?' he asked, taking her face in his hands.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' she assured him. 'What happened?' she asked but before Rocket could reply, a voice came from behind.
'Ahh, good! You two are finally awake,' it said and Tia turned around to see her Dad coming out from the shadows. Rocket immediately stood them up and hid Tia behind him. 'Ok, I'm going to make this quick and easy so you had better co-operate. You…' he said, pointing at Rocket. '…come with me or else you will get hurt,' he said, knowing that he would refuse but his daughter wouldn't want him hurt and would do everything in her power to convince him to go.
'Rocket, go!' she ordered but he ignored her.
'No Tia, I'm not leaving you,' he said stubbornly but Tia wasn't going to let him get hurt.
'No Rocket, you have to go,' Tia replied, pulling him around to look at her.
'But…' he began but Tia cut him off.
'Go. Please,' she pleaded with him and Rocket knew he couldn't refuse her. However, he wasn't going to let that monster touch her either.
'Ok,' he said before kissing her forehead but didn't leave it at that. 'I'll be back for you,' he promised before reluctantly letting go of her and walking to her Dad.
'Ahh, that's a good boy,' he said delightfully and led Rocket to the bathroom door before shoving him into it and locking it behind him. In frustration, Rocket slammed his fists on the door, now worrying about Tia's safety before he began to think of a way out to save her…
Tia tried to remain calm as she was now left alone with her Dad but that was easier said than done.
'Finally, we're alone,' he said happily as he began to make his way towards her but Tia remained where she was. 'So…' he began, now inches away from her. 'Take off your clothes,' he said calmly and Tia took a deep breath before answering.
'No,' she answered. For the first time in her entire life, she refused her father. And that feeling was both triumphant and frightening.
'Let me try this again…Take. Off. Your. Clothes,' he said, signalling out every word to make sure she understood his request but Tia knew it well by now.
'No,' she repeated, forcing herself to remain calm. Her Dad however, was unimpressed. He laughed lightly to release his anger but chose a different route when he suddenly punched her across the face, knocking her on to the bed. Tia didn't have to feel her mouth to see if it was bleeding, she could just tell by the pain that it was. Suddenly, she felt her Dad get on the bed and positioned himself above her. Then Tia began to panic.
'Since you refuse to do what you're told, I'll have to do it then,' he told her firmly before he began to remove her shirt. Tia didn't let him easily though. She kept on struggling but he somehow managed to remove her shirt before pinning her hands above her head as he placed violent kisses on her shoulders and her chest. She couldn't kick him because of where he was sitting on her but that didn't stop her from trying though. Finally, fear overcame her anger and she ended up pleading.
'Please…don't,' she begged, sobbing hard which made him stop for a few seconds before, without answering, he began to undo her trousers so Tia knew he was going to do what he wanted to do. Tia had given up fighting back because she knew that even now she wouldn't be able to hold him off her so she let him remove her trousers with ease before he started on his clothing, remaining on top of her with Tia refusing to look so kept her head to the side in fear. Then suddenly, she felt him force her face to look at him before he started placing kisses (if that's what you would call them. To Tia, they were more like dogs were biting into her skin which resulted her in now having bite marks on her neck and everywhere else where he 'kissed' her) around her neck, leading closer to her mouth before finally reaching it but Tia refused to open her mouth or even kiss back. This resulted in him becoming even more furious and punching her in the stomach, making her curl into a ball the best she could with him on top of her in pain. He continued to punch her, with her receiving many more bruises, many more she knew would become scars and some also caused her to bleed. But he took no notice of this and continued to abuse her and give her more scars and bruises as well as increasing the fear. His desire for her increased as well, with him removing her underwear so she was now in the nude but that was the least of her worries. Her worries weren't even on Rocket anymore. Her worries were on making it out of this alive because she knew that he had taken things to the next level with her, somewhere she'd never been before. And that made her fear for her life. However, despite the pain she was in now, things were about to get a whole lot worse…
Rocket was opening cupboards and doing everything he could to find something that would unlock the door but so far he had found nothing. He knew he had been stuck in there long enough for her Dad to do a lot more than just touch her, he knew she was probably bruised and bleeding at this point even when he had promised her many times that he would never allow her Dad to touch her. Now Rocket knew that he was doing a lot more to her. He hadn't heard a scream, but he had heard a few cries of pain which he knew were Tia's. Those made him worry more. 'How am I going to get of here?' he thought for the hundredth time as he continued to look through the cupboards he had already looked through ten times before…
Tia was shaking with fear and she knew her Dad could tell. She had earnestly never been so scared in her life, not even when he abused her as a child. What he was doing to her now, Tia thought he was actually murdering her. Suddenly, she felt no (new) pain and slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to see her Dad looking down at her with sorrow but she knew his eyes were nothing but lies. She knew that from the day he started abusing her. Suddenly, he lifted himself off her but Tia remained in a ball on the bed, shivering with fear and the cold and she watched him as he went over to the jacket on the ground which he had removed from himself. Her heart nearly stopped beating when he removed a knife from the pocket of it and then looked at it and then to her. Tia attempted sitting up and trying to move but the second she tried, all her cuts and bruises shot pain all over body and she couldn't move. She could only look on in fear. Slowly, he sat beside her on the bed and Tia could only stare frightfully at the knife, which he handled so differently to the way he handled her. He handled the knife with care and sensitivity…he handled her with violence and sexuality, not caring at all for her welfare. Despite what she thought, her Dad wasn't planning on doing to her what she thought he was going to do. In fact, it was much worse…
'I've been watching you, you know,' he began, continuing to gaze at the knife with Tia looking at it as well but with a different look in her eyes to his. 'You and that boy. I saw the way he kisses you…' he said with a disgusted tone in his voice. 'The way his hand lifts your shirt and slips under, gently rubbing your back…' he said more fiercely. 'He doesn't care for you. He just wants to own you. But I do. And there's only one way to show everyone that…' he said imaginatively while gazing at the knife even more. Tia began to shiver even more from the look in his eyes as she knew there was more pain to come. She couldn't speak to even ask him what he was planning on doing to her, she could only sit there and shiver in fear. 'You're my girl. Not his or anyone else's. I own you, you know that. Which is why I have no choice but to do this or else he or someone else will try and claim you…' he stopped for 'dramatic affect' before continuing. '…I have to carve my name into your body,' he said, with a sick tone in his voice which made Tia tense up even more with more fear…
Rocket was still continuing to look, now beginning to get frantic. He couldn't imagine what was going on in the other room, all the pain she was going through. No one could imagine it. It was impossible. Rocket could tears bubbling around his eyes thinking about her with her Dad but the thought also made him look faster and focus on getting Tia out of there when he noticed a small hair clip on the shelf…
'Please…don't,' she begged, tears falling fast from her eyes which he wiped away with his fingertips.
'It's ok my dear, it'll all be over soon,' he replied, making Tia cry even more. Tia could only close her eyes tight as she felt his hand move lightly along her shoulder and trace around the top where she presumed was where he was going to do it. Then, she suddenly felt the blade lightly move along her bare skin but not enough to cut when suddenly…
'AHH!' Tia let out a piercing scream as the blade cut her skin…
'Tia…' Rocket thought as he heard the scream. He had no idea what had happened but he was going to find out as far as he was concerned. He started to use the hair clip to unlock the door but because of his frantic state, it wasn't working very well. 'Come on, you son of a…' he muttered before he finally succeeded and swung open the door and went into the other room only to see a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life…
Will Rocket be able to save Tia??? Or has he freed himself too late on Tia's behalf??? We'll find out in the next chapter of Trust…
Uh oh, hope you guys enjoyed that!!! Please review!!!
Lauren xxx