“Anything good?”
“No,” I said.
“Netflix it is. There has to be something there, at least.”
I let him turn the PlayStation on and start up the program. I had no idea how to run that thing, and it was better left to someone who did.
“Dominic will have to teach you how to put stuff on here.”
“Why?”
“To waste time on,” he shrugged.
After scrolling through a few movies, he finally clicked on one that looked the least questionable. I didn’t catch the title, but he made a comment about it being some big hit from a book targeted to teen readers.
I sat in the corner of the couch, my legs pulled up underneath me as the movie began. Within minutes, Collin was fast sleep, his head tilted back and a slight snore passing his lips.
I let out a small giggle, seeing him relaxed. My small noise caused him to jerk up, wide-awake before his eyes landed on me. After a moment, he shot me a small sheepish smile before getting comfortable again and letting his eyes close.
“This is why I don’t do this crap,” he mumbled.
“What stuff?”
“This.” He waved his hand between himself and the TV. “Boring ass TV shows.”
“You’re the one who put it on,” I laughed.
Itook the stairs two at a time, running as fast as I could. I knew that look. I knew what was to come. I didn’t want it to happen, and I was going to try to not let it happen again. I’d do what Lisa said to do. I’d run and hide.
If only she’d have known what would happen if I defied this man. If only she were here to save me this time.
I made it seconds before my father reached the landing, hot on my tail. I slammed the bedroom door shut, putting my entire weight behind it.
“Open this fucking door,” he seethed, pounding his fist on the other side. “Now. Or you’ll get it ten times worse.”
“No,” I said, my voice low and dark. “No, Dad. This isn’t right!”
“Fucking cunt!” he shouted, kicking the door. The force made my body jerk. My sore back hit the door, and I grunted out in pain.
“I’ve allowed you too much freedom in this house for too long. Open this door now, or I’ll take it down.”
I gulped, knowing he wasn’t going to give up. But neither was I.
I knew what he was doing to me wasn’t right. He was my father. He shouldn’t be hurting me, taking my body the way he was. It was abuse, or so the sex education class said it was.
I never consented to anything he did to me. I didn’t want him to hurt me, and I tried so darn hard to keep him happy. I didn’t want him like that.
“No means no,” I said, just loud enough for him to hear me through the door.
“I am your father. What I say goes,” he said, running into the door quickly. It was just enough to knock me out of the way and he charged into the room. The doorknob slammed into my hip before bouncing off it. “Now, you will strip for me.”
“No,” I said, tears falling down my face. My voice was weak as my heart shattered to the floor. “No.”
“Now. Do not test me, slut. I know you want it.”
He stalked towards me slowly. I backed up, my butt hitting the dresser behind me. An evil glint lit his eyes when he saw he had me cornered.
“You’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t even run away from me right.”
