Cure

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TW: Mentions of Rape & Abuse
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"Stop dad!," I scream
slap one

I hiss at the pain
"Please,I'm sorry!" I cry
slap two
"Someone help!" I yell
slap three

nothing but pain...
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• Delilah Valentine •
The cycle repeated... I cried for help hoping someone will hear my endless pleads.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH, GOING OUTSIDE DRESSED LIKE A SLUT! ACT LIKE THAT AGAIN AND YOU WILL SUFFER!," he slurred his drunken words at me

I run to my bedroom and lock my door shut, having a panic attack. I was trying to gasp for air but I couldn't, I felt stuck and like I was drowning. Why does he do this you may ask? My mother was diagnosed with cancer about 4 years ago, when I was only 13 years old. She recently died last year, and ever since then my father has completely lost it. He isn't the same man who use to love his children dearly and treat them like his own. He was the complete opposite, once she died he locked himself up in his room. Reeking nothing but the alcohol. The reason why he goes psycho about what I wear is he doesn't want people seeing my marks from him, which was impossible since they were everywhere.

I was 17 years old, I was in my last year of high-school but I've been homeschooled since my dad thinks I'll make a run for it, and leave him. It's my job to do the best I can in school, so once I turn 18 I will get a great paying job. And start completely from scratch in life.

My connection with my mom was a beautiful thing, she was like my best friend. I suffered with social anxiety and many friends I made along the way, tending to drop me and use advantage of me. Which leads to my high functioning anxiety, and always feeling like I'm getting judged by every movement or always needing some type of reassurance. The one that was always there to listen to how I felt was my mom, I told her everything from how my day went to details about my emotions. She was always there and kept listening to me blabber on and on. Until now, I bottle up my emotions and mask it with a smile hoping one day things will get better. But they aren't in fact there getting worse, I'm living in with a psychotic man who controls me and abuses me constantly.

Everyday was a repeating cycle, I had woke up at around 10:00 am for a few minutes then proceeding to go back to sleep. Eventually by the time I was officially woken up it was the end of the day.

I recently went to hang out with my only friend which she goes by name
Elizabeth, my dad doesn't know she's my friend the reason being is because he doesn't want people seeing my bruises and scars. Which is the reason why he freaked out about my clothing. As he could be reported by the police, which can lead to my potential death. I usually make up excuses to hang out with her, she doesn't know about my situation. She never will until the day I get myself out of this hell hole.

Noticing I was still trembling and shaking, I touch a picture framed of my mom which helped me come back to reality and be at some kind of ease. I then came to realization I need to get out of here, my brother has offered me to stay at his home but I don't want to be a burden. He also really doesn't understand the full situation just knit bits. My life wasn't better with the anxiety I have due to this trauma, I fear that everything worse will come to me. As that's all what has been happening to me lately.

I decided I wanted to go for a walk, to get some fresh air. I looked outside to see if they had light, that was another thing I feared of there has been many nights where the light bill hasn't been paid and loud thundering would shake my home. Realizing that I seen some light outside illuminated by the light poles I decided to sneak my way outside. I open my window quietly trying to not make any noise, not like my dad would hear it since most nights he was passed out due to the alcohol taking a toll on him.

As I walk outside I see the night sky which was a beautiful sight, it reminded me memories of my mom. She was into astrology, and she always called me her star that shined brighter than the sun. It sounded silly, but I would do anything I could to hear those words again I truly loved her. As I walking the lit roads, I lost track of time and the directions I was heading without realizing.

I was strolling down an ally way, which I know isn't the safest thing ever but it provided light. As I was walking they had perverted men staring at me, I then start having an uneasy feeling. "Ohhh... we're going to have fun with this one tonight aren't we boys?" one says joined with laughter of the others. I then made a run for it, me not being fast enough a old scrawny man pinned me to the wall. "Haha, do you really think you can escape me darling?" he says with his disgusting breathe breathing on my neck. "Would you like to give me a show?" he then rips off my shirt leaving me in my bra. "Damn, you look good little whore." the others laugh in the background. I've never felt so helpless in this situation, I started crying and begging for help. "No ones helping you little girl!" Then in a blink of an eye the guy is being tackled down, making the others run I see a muscular figure but I couldn't pin my eyes on how the man looked. Since my tears were starting to cover my vision.

Realizing I was almost raped I then start panicking tears streaming along my face and I feel something pull me into a deep hug. Which seemed to have a warm comforting aura surrounding it.

" Shhhh... your safe in my arms nothing to be afraid about I got you mia bella," the figure says while stroking my hair and keeping me in a tight hug. I then feel my vision start blurring... seeing black dots.

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A/N

Holy shit, I finished the first chapter! What do we think so far? Will the figure bring home Delilah or...

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