Life Isn't Always What You Expect It To Be

Chapter 2

A:N// DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE SEXUAL CONTENT!!!!!!! and sorry for it being crappyish

and the grammer/spelling mistakes.

I was legitamentally as bored as ever. I just got out of the bath tub, and now I am sitting on my bed

on my laptop. I decide to go on facebook. I log on and see that I have a new friend request. I click on

it wondering who it was. It was Mike, he added me on facebook. I mull it over in my head for a

second before hitting "confirm". I wonder if this was a good idea or not. I mean what if he starts

asking question? I sigh, well too late now. I turn my laptop off just as I heard the front door slam.

Shit! Dad's pissed which probably means he's drunk. Not a good combination. I quickly pretend that

I;m asleep under the covers as I hear his heavy footsteps come down the hall towards my room. My

door flew open making a dent in the wall. It took all of my willpower to not flinch. He stalks over to

my bed and pulls the covers off of me. "Wake up bitch" he says slurring slightly. I still act asleep, so

his solution is too slap me again. "Ow!" i yelp out in pain as i "woke" up. I probably should've known

better then to act like I was sleeping. He takes his pants off and then his shirt. I was in my pj's

which he quickly removed. I tried to stop him but he would hit me again. He starts to kiss me. I

close my eyes in pain, tears flowing from them quietly as he raped me again. I wish I could passout

llike I use too, but I guess my body got used to being abused and raped practically everyday that it

stopped making me passout. I hope this bastard doesn't passout on me again though. That wasn't

good at all. I couldn;t move until the next morning after he woke up. I miss Nathan. He would always

stop John when he got like this. Him and Mom both did. For some reason it seemed like just being

in the same room as me made him angry. I don't know what I did or didn't do, but he positivley

hates me and only sees me as his sex toy or somone to boss around. John finally gets up and

leaves me on the bed naked and in pain. I slowly get up and take a shower. I felt dirty as hell. When

I got done in the shower I put my pj's back on and went to bed. Crying myself to sleep. I really hate

my life right now.

I wake up the next morning and quickly get dressed. I put on my make-up and did my hair before

going downstairs bringing my phone and school bag with me. I grab an apple and yell, "I'm leaving

for school!" before i rush out to my Porshe. I just turned out of the driveway when I see my father's

anger striicken face on the porch. I'll be paying for whatever later. I began the twenty-five minute

drive to school, blasting music through my car.