“Say anything else, and I’ll shove something in your mouth to shut you up,” he hissed before I could get a comeback out. Wisely, I kept my mouth shut tight. I let my father drag me to my room, where he stood in the doorway so I didn’t stand a chance at running off.
“So, tell me, dear daughter, what drug?”
“Nothing,” I huffed, walking around my bed and keeping it as a barrier between us. Even feeling bold, I knew I could never touch another one of those pills. They made me stand up to my father, which was a death warrant.
I could see the cobwebs swirling in his mind as he tried to come up with what to do to me. There was no easy to way to go about it.
“Strip, Scarlett,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. “Or I’ll do it myself, and you won’t like that.”
“No,” I said, pushing my shoulders down.
“Stupid, stupid girl.”
He walked—no, hestalkedtowards me. When I had nowhere to run, he grabbed my hands and raised them up against the wall. In a daring move, I swiftly raised my knee, missing my target.
His eyes lit up with pure fire as he pushed my leg down with his own, pinning me against the wall. Making sure that both of my wrists were held tightly in one of his hands, he undid his belt. My face paled as the leather went through each belt loop, one at a time.
Once his belt was loose, he quickly tied my hands together before dragging me to my bed. There, he used a pocket knife and cut my clothes off, one section at a time. First, my shirt, then my pants. He tore my underwear in half, and my bra was just as easy. I lay there, begging with my eyes, naked for the world to see.
“Please, no.”
“I told you to shut the fuck up!” he hissed, shoving my torn underwear into my mouth. “Spit it out, and I’ll make it ten times worse.” He stood above me, cocking his head. His pocketknife was back in his hand. He was debating on where to start. Just the waiting was making me squirm, trying to get away from him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he seethed, catching of my leg as I went to move it, trying to put just an inch between us. In the next heartbeat, he pressed his hand into the cut on my hip. I cried out, bucking up against the pain. He removed his hand, only to use the knife and recut the healing mark, this time deeper than before. My muffled scream made him laugh. He gave me a moment to catch my breath before using both hands to squeeze my breasts, leaving lasting bruises. I grunted as he twisted my nipples.
“You really are a sight to behold, Scarlett,” he said, moving his hands to roam freely.
I shook my head back and forth, pleading with him to either end my life, or finish and get this done and over with. I could feel the effects of the pill leaving me each passing minute as the pain returned. My heart beat erratically in my chest. My breaths were uneven.
“I’m assuming by that look that it’s losing its effect. Such a shame.” He then used a closed fist, hitting me right in my stomach. I gagged through the pain, turning my body away from him and his laughing thrill.
Flipping me onto my stomach, he pinned my arms above my head in one hand and then lined himself up between my legs. I kicked with everything I had in me to try to get him to stop, but it did no good.
Without a condom, he pushed into me in one quick, painful thrust. I cried out as he tore into me. Tears came from deep within me and he moved back and forth. He grunted and groaned as he fulfilled his need.
I felt each jab into me like he was cutting me from the inside. I tried to buck him off, but it only made him press the knife to the side of my breast, creating yet another cut to my body. Black spots danced before my eyes as he stilled, spilling his seed deep into me with one final thrust.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he panted as he pulled himself from me. “Gonna make you bleed. Inside and out.”
Please. No more. Please.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he said, slapping my ass before he quickly walked to his room. I couldn’t. My entire body throbbed. Places hurt that I didn’t even know could hurt. He returned quickly with rope. He took his time, tying my hands to the headboard. I was his prisoner.
Slowly, he pulled the makeshift gag out of my mouth. Then, he stood back and looked at me from head to toe like I was his masterpiece.
“I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight. You won’t be walking for days by the time I’m done with you.”
“Go. To. Hell.” Each word was quiet, but filled with so much hatred. I’d egg him on until he killed me if I had to. Damn the drugs that helped make me forget the pain. Damn the life I was handed. Most of all, fuck this predator who wanted me for his own personal gain. I would make him kill me tonight if it was the only thing I could control.
Come Monday morning, I had never been so ready to go to school. My voice was hoarse from so much time spent crying and begging, because that’s what my father wanted. He had been extra careful not to leave too many visible marks. Those that were left from his handiwork were covered by long sleeves.
I left my hair down, hoping that I’d hide the gash peeking out from underneath my collar. I didn’t dare look in the mirror, knowing my face had to be swollen.
I wasn’t in a hurry to get to school, as my body couldn’t move any faster than it was. It took me over twenty minutes just to get dressed. Another ten to brush my hair.
Taking my time, I walked to school. The leather belt left welts all over my back. The red, angry cut on my hip throbbed like no other. I put one foot in front of the other, keeping my head down, hoping to hide away from any onlookers. On a normal day, it’d only take me fifteen minutes to walk to school if I happened to miss the bus. Today, it’d be more like an hour. My muscles just wouldn’t let me go any faster, even if I wanted to.
Lost in thought, I didn’t notice a car pull up beside me, keeping at my snail pace. I only lifted my head in surprise when my name was called out the window. It was none other than druggie kid. Was he stalking me or something? For some reason, that thought didn’t bother me at all.
