Because Of You (Slowly Editing)

Chapter 9

"M-Mom," I choked out at the sight of her smiling and having a civilized conversation with my teacher. She looked at me with a smile that didn't even come close to reaching her eyes. Oh no. Yup, I'm dead.

"Alyssa! Sweetheart," my mom said as she came over and gave me a quick hug.

"W-What are y-you doing here?" I stuttered, and she glared at me. If we weren't out in public, she would've slapped me for stuttering.

"I just came to tell your teacher about your doctor's appointment," she replied. I could tell she was lying by the way her dark brown eyes, were empty. Whatever she had planned for me clearly couldn't wait another two hours.

"Yeah, you could go back and change. I'll see you tomorrow," Mr. S, my P.E. teacher said. I nodded slowly and went back to the locker room.

I sluggishly put on my clothes, terrified of the upcoming events. I swallowed the lump in my throat to keep from allowing the tears to fall. I took a deep breath and walked back to my mom.

My body was trembling with each step I took away from the building. She hadn't said a word to me and my stomach turned as I was ready to throw up my stomach acid.

I wasn't even able to take my shoes off before she pushed me inside. I groaned as my face came in contact with the wall.

"You bitch! Do you realize what you've done?!" she yelled, "You worthless little bitch! You know even the police believed we didn't have a daughter. Ha! how retarded the fucking system is. I guess not giving you a room was a smart idea. If you thought your life was bad before, just wait! From now on, your life will be hell!" she spat angrily.

What? The police were here? How stupid could they be?! I can't believe my parents got away with child abuse! Then again, they are incredible liars. They managed to get away with abusing me for years.

She shoved me against the floor as she began kicking me violently. She kicked my stomach, my shins, and my ribs. After kicking, she moved on to using Jason's baseball bat he used to play with. She used to it beat the shit out of me. By the time she finished, I was coughing up blood and crying in pain.

The door burst open to my father who stormed in furiously as his eyes zeroed in on me. I tried crawling away, but failed miserably as he grabbed my legs, and dragged me to his room. I was screaming in pain and in fear as he threw me on the bed and locked the door.

"No! Stop! Help! He-" I was cut off by a punch to the face. He started punching me in every part of my body. I screamed and yelled as he kicked my ribs numerous times. My cries for help were silenced as my father put duct tape on my mouth.

I tried fighting as he started ripping my clothes off. Tears were running down my face as I was left in front of him, completely naked. I tried covering myself as best as I could but failed as he tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed.

I was now sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. I saw my father unbuckling his belt and my eyes widened. I tried breaking free but failed miserably. My father seemed to enjoy the sight of my struggling as he laughed.

"You know that only turns me on more, right?" he said as he stood there only in his boxers. I nearly hurled. Is he crazy?! Wait that's not a question--- OF COURSE HE IS! What kind of person does this?!

I used everything in me to try to break free, but it was no use. He's going to-- "AAAAAAHHHHH!!" I screamed as he hovered on top of me but it came out muffled due to the tape. He was now completely naked and he began touching me.

I cried harder as he sucked on my breasts and licked around my nipple. I closed my eyes, praying this was all a nightmare, that I'd wake up in P.E. as if I never left. His hands raked my body and squeezed my butt. He touched me everywhere and my biggest fear was about to happen; he was going to rape me.

He slipped the condom on him and hovered above me. I cried and screamed as he slipped himself inside me. Pain shot through my entire body. With each passing second he thrust harder and harder until he was completely inside. I cried.

My virginity, gone, just like that. He stole my virginity from me, my last shred of innocence. I wanted to throw up, but nothing came out. I tried fighting him and breaking free but I couldn't.

"Stop moving!" he screamed as he slapped my face.

I cried harder as he kept grinding against my body. A while later, he finally stopped and put his robe on. He left the room and left me there. Hopeless. Alone. I feel like shit. The scenes of him all over me kept replaying in my mind and I wanted to die. I would rather die than go through that again. I feel so disgusting. I can't believe he did that.