She was dragged kicking and screaming into his flat, not that anybody battered an eyelid. How could she of been so stupid. Going out in broad daylight with an acquaintance from the opposite sex, he was bound to see her. It was just her luck.
She heard the door slam and that's when she saw his face. It was bright red, every wrinkle and crease ridden with anger, his eyes bulged and his teeth were clenched tightly. He crouched down to her height, flashing his sick smile right at her.
"You're a stupid, stupid little girl Carla. No wonder daddy sold you off." She could feel the spit from his sylvia and and heat from his potent breath against her soft cheeks and then she felt the sting as his palm smacked her. She had to bite her tongue to stop her from screaming, she knew it would only cause more trouble.
"Look at you dressed in that tiny skirt, just like a little slut ey. You must be an embarrassment to your family." He said again, pushing her to the couch. She landed on it, her head banging against the arm rest. She sighed. She was still sore from the night before, and she could only guess Frank was planning on inflicting more painful penetration into her again.
"I doubt your family aren't much prouder of you either. Frank foster; the adult male who turns to teenage girls to get his sexual release. I'm pretty sure there's a name for people like you." She spoke, but was interrupted as he delivered another series if painful smacks to her face.
"You never speak to me like that again. Is that clear?" He grunted throwing his weight on top of her delicate body. "In fact, I don't want to hear your pathetic little voice anymore tonight."
She couldn't sleep that night. Franks loud snores echoed around the small square shaped bedroom and her mind wouldn't rest. It kept playing over the day's events and her body was sore from where he had earlier assaulted her again. Her stomach groaned and grumbled and despite him mellowing out as the night went on, she still felt to scared to ask him for any food.
The night went on and she barely slept a wink, before she knew it was morning and Frank was rather quickly wanting her to leave. He had told her sternly never to try anything like that again otherwise his reaction would be worse – she couldn't imagine how though, last night she thought she had seen the worst. He led her out to his car and drove her straight to school. It was bizarre, almost like he was embarrassed to be seen out with her. She didn't know why, nor did she particularly care, she was just glad to be free of him. Even if it was only for the next six hours.