“Please.” The plea was weak to my own ears.
He said nothing, only dragging me to my bed and throwing me down on my back. I quickly scrambled across it, my heart in my throat. My heart was beating twice as fast as normal. It was like I had just ran around the block as fast as I could.
Before I could get off the bed on the other side, he took my ankle and pulled me back towards him. I tried to hold onto the quilt that lay atop the bed, a scream bubbling forth, but it did nothing to help stop me—or him, for that matter.
“You should know by now that running only makes it worse,” he breathed when he got me where he wanted. “Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours, girl.”
“Please.”
“I’m not in the mood to play this game tonight, Scarlett,” he hissed. “Get undressed, or I’ll do it myself.”
“No,” I said, kicking with my legs, hoping that I’d make some sort of impact with the man. Before I saw it coming, my father backhanded me. The forced caused my head to turn and a sting left in its wake along my jawline.
“You have to the count of three,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “One.” He held up his finger. “Two.” Another finger.
Rushing, I quickly did as he said. I knew whatever he had in store for me would be ten times worse if I didn’t cooperate. With tear filled eyes, I slipped off my tank top and shorts, letting them fall to a pile on the floor. My hair tickled my back and I sniffed back tears.
I refused to lift my eyes to his, and my father hummed in the back of his throat. I knew what that sound meant. He wasn’t impressed; he never was when it came to me. I trembled, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting.
“Has dear old Lisa told you why your body is starting to change?” he asked, taking a small step back.
I let out a small breath with a shake of my head. She had somewhat, but not much. I learned most of what was going on from school. Health class had been mandatory this year, and I knew what to expect with my own body and its changes. What I didn’t expect was what my father was going to do. I didn’t want to be a part of it, either.
“You are finally old enough to take this next step. That means it’s a special day today. You will officially become a woman. You will only be mine, and no one else can ever have you this way. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“No.” Was my one word an answer to his question or a plea? I wasn’t sure.
“It means I’m going to take you the only way someone like me can. I’m going to have my way with you as I see fit from now on. I’ve been a very lonely man, and now that you’re of age, I can do what I want.”
“I’ll tell Lisa,” I threatened.
“Then I’ll make her watch the next time I take you,” he said. “I bet she’d love that.”
“She wouldn’t let you do that!”
“Do you want to test me? Because I can tell you right now that won’t ever fly.”
I shook my head quickly.
“Good. Now, lie back and let me take what I want.”
“No,” I said, my voice stronger than I expected.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if I were trying his patience. I’d seen the teachers at school do that a lot when the boys would get rowdy. But I knew this was different. This time, my heart was racing so fast, I feared it was going to explode inside me.
When I didn’t move, he shoved me backwards. I had no time to catch myself and my head bounced off the mattress. Before I could protest again, my father pulled his pants down and began to play with his penis. I didn’t want to, but my eyes were glued to his hand and that ugly thing. His other hand pulled out a foil packet and set it on the bed beside me.
“Now, this will be the best day ever,” he said as his penis grew. I gulped. I didn’t want to think of what he was going to do with that thing. “For you? Probably not. You’ll get used to it though. It’s only a matter of practicing. And we are going to practice a lot.”
“Please, no, Dad.”
“Shut up, or I’ll make you.” His words sent a shiver of fear down my spine.
I let my eyes close, hoping that maybe I could pretend I was somewhere else. Maybe I was in a castle with the warm sun shining above me as a prince came to my rescue. The prince would swoop in and make everything bad disappear once and for all.
A high-pitched cry pushed from my lungs as my father forced his penis into me in one move. I felt like I was being torn in half.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered as he stayed still. He sounded like he was in heaven while I was in hell. My lungs couldn’t get enough air in as I felt his thing move inside of me.
