I was really uncertain about this chapter so….
She walked slowly and carefully back toward her house, not like it was far. She was very careful and she kept looking around at the slightest hint of movement. She was jumpy and skittish and afraid of everything. She really needed Steve right now. She didn't even know why she came back home, Steve wouldn't be there, but she did know someone who was. She slowly climbed the porch steps and they creaked and groaned from years and years of use. She opened the front door and was greeted by silence, an eerie silence. She walked in and started toward her room when she heard a door slam and heavy footsteps come up from the basement. She froze.
He came around the corner, surprisingly almost sober. He saw her and immediately she realized she was wrong, he wasn't sober he just looked it. He made a grab for her and she tried to get away, but he was stronger and he grabbed her.
"Like I said you stupid bitch, you never run away from me!" he sneered before smacking her hard.
She yelped a little and wished for somebody, anybody to walk through the front door, but nobody did.
"Stupid…whore…teach you," he said dragging her to the kitchen.
She wanted to resist but he had a hold of her hair and she knew exactly where she was going. He opened the door to the basement and threw her down the steps. She was tossed and thrown around for a while and she had a few ribs busted, which she shamelessly cried about. She wasn't tough like a boy and she knew it. She had a great gash on her head and a few more bruises. The only bad thing about their basement was the light switch was on the other side of the door. After he kicked her for the last time and busted her mouth up, he trudged away satisfied with his work. He marched up the stairs and slammed the door. He soon after turned out the lights.
She whimpered helplessly as she lay there unable to move and barely breath. She wondered if Steve knew where she was at, and if he'd ever find her. She lay there for hours thinking about dying and what a relief it might be. Just as she thought it was ver she was wrong, her father came back more drunk than before. He flung the door open and came down the steps swaying a little. She didn't even bother getting up and trying to fight, it was useless.
"You thought it was over?" he asked laughing.
"No, you bastard, I know its over," she whispered to herself.
"What?" he asked grabbing her by her hair and pulling her closer.
"That's alright," I'll show you exactly how much I love you.
All she remembers after she blacked out was he hit and she hit the floor. He bent down and squatted over her. She was turned over and then she heard him unzip his pants.
I figured that what was the worst kind of father? A rapist. So I really don't think you want to know all about that and such so I kinda skipped it. Please R&R!