Because I noticed the day the monster’s gaze turned from not just evil…but predatory too.
I’d amped up my game by staying away from the house as much as possible—especially when they were drinking—so hecouldn’t get his clutches on me. I knew if he did, there was no coming back from what might happen.
One evening, when I knew he’d be at work, I decided I had enough and was getting the hell out. I wasn’t going to wait for the rest of me to be ripped away. I’d gone home to get the few clothes I owned, and then I planned to get the heck out of there as fast as my legs would take me.
I didn’t even care about my meager possessions, the few things I owned, etc.; what tore me up the most was not having a family or that I’d not been given a name by someone who actually cared. I’d just been given whatever the state had come up with. That's what happened when nobody wanted you. It was just another thing that weighed heavy on my heart and soul.
So, there I was, sneaking up to the house, when I noticed the deranged asshole’s car in the driveway along with a couple others. I crept around the side of the house to sneak in through my window just as I had done many times before.
I stepped up on the log that I’d put against the house to help me and slowly slid the glass up. In and out: just a few minutes and I would be free. I heaved myself onto the windowsill to climb inside.
God, if only I’d know a monster was waiting in the darkness for me.
A blood curdling scream ripped from my lungs when I was yanked into the pitch-black room.
My body flung through the room like a rag doll and bounced as it hit my mattress. I tried to scramble away but a big body came down over mine and massive legs braced against my ribs as large hands circled my wrists pinning them over my head.
The foul smell of body odor penetrated my nostrils and my stomach lurched at the stench. A sliver of light from thedoor that was slightly ajar, lit up the dark room enough to see the man above me.
I’d tried—I’d tried so damn hard—to avoid him but I’d failed.
And now, the monster hand sunk his claws into me.
He was a foster parent. How did they not see what an awful person he was? It shouldn’t have been possible for him and his wife to house any children. But I was the last in the home, the unlucky one, because all the others had gotten out.
I bucked, kicked, scratched, and I yelled for help as tears steamrolled down my cheeks. “Let me go, don’t touch me, let me go now!” I shouted.
“Stop moving you little bitch,” he seethed.
Laughter rang out from the living room. Even though they couldn’t see us, his friends were egging him on, only fueling him further. They could hear and they weren’t going to help. The slimy drunks were just going to let the torture—theinvasion—happen.
A sinister smile stretched across his face and I knew I was in trouble. I was no match for the huge man against my malnourished, exhausted, tiny frame. But I couldn’t go down without trying to save myself.
I was on myown.
Always alone.
Fighting had him backhanding me so hard my vision dulled briefly. My skin split, pain bursting through my cheek like razors as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
While I was momentarily subdued, he took advantage. After he released my other wrist, he pushed back and planted his feet on the floor, then yanked me to the edge of the bed. Before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled my shoes off and re-secured both my wrists into one of his hands, leaving his other free.
Free to cause more torment.
With his legs braced against the side of the mattress, he tore my leggings from my body, taking my panties with them.
“No!” I wailed, the fight coming back again.
I tried jerking my hands from his grasp, but he was way too strong. Still, I thrashed, I twisted, and I pleaded in fear as a waterfall of red-hot tears flowed like lava down my cheeks.
Every last breath stored in my lungs escaped when a click resounded through the room and a flash of silver caught my eye.Oh god, no, no, no!Overwhelmed with paralyzing panic, I froze as the switchblade came into focus. Terror like I’d never known consumed me.
“Move again…” He slid the blade down the side of my face, over my breast, and down to my stomach. “And it won’t be just a small bite of pain you feel.”
The devil sliced across my stomach lightly to inflict enough discomfort to get his point across. I could feel the warm trickle of blood drip down my skin while sobs racked my body, causing me to shake uncontrollably as if I was having a seizure.
He took the knife and pierced it into the mattress beside my head and I flinched. His hand around my wrists tightened and my bones crunch beneath his grasp. I cried out and he struck me again, busting my lip open further.
“Fucking stay still,” his monstrous voice commanded. “You’re going to finally pay your dues for living in my house.”
