Repairing River

Horrors

4 years ago

I walked into the kitchen at around 11:49pm to get some milk from the fridge. I got down to kitchen trying my hardest not to make a single sound since the rest of the house was sleeping; the rest of the house being my twin brother Tyrone, my mom and my dad.

Once in the kitchen I opened the fridge door and grabbed the carton of white goodness. I poured some into my favourite cup and sneaked in a cookie while I was at it.

Returning back to my room, I curled up in my blankets and took out my childhood favourite book - Matilda - from my nightstand drawer. While I was munching and sipping on my milk and cookie and silently laughing at my book, I didn't hear my brother enter my room. My brother and I are best friends, seeing as we are twins. We do everything together. He even go bra shopping together. Weird, I know, but he is my twinsie BFF.

"Hey Tee," he greeted from across the room. I was so engrossed in the mystical world of Roald Dahl that when he spoke I almost dropped my glass of milk.

"Hey Ty. How are you?" I asked.

"Good, I just couldn't sleep." He replied.

"Why not?" I asked, putting my book down.

"Nightmares." I gestured for him to and sit with me on my bed. A couple of seconds later I felt my bed sink. I opened my arms to embrace him and he laid his head on my lap. I stroked his head. Tyrone was prone to nightmares. Ever since he was kidnapped he has been scarred for life. We managed to pay the ransom quickly but it still left him scarred.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"My kidnappers cut off my arms." I winced at this. I know it must have been horrible.

"Don't worry I am here, Ty Ty."

During the stroking and comforting we both fell asleep. When I woke up it was around 2 am and Tyrone was gone. I looked around my room for a brief moment and noticed a dark figure in the corner sitting on my armchair.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"It is Daddy, baby."

"Why are you in my room Daddy?"

"I like watching you sleep, sweetie." He said as he walked up to my bed and sat down.

"OK." I said snuggled into my blanket.

"Can I snuggle too?"

"Um, sure." I trusted my Dad. He was a gentle creature. Would never hurt a fly.

My dad snuggled up with me in my blankets. As I was just dozing of I felt a warm hand at my waist. I took and removed it from my waist; however, this hand was persistent. I kept on removing it until it got too much.

"Dad, stop."

"But you are beautiful."

"Thanks dad but please don't." He started stroking my cheek. From my cheek his hand gradually moved down to my breasts. I tried moving his hand but it wouldn't budge. Suddenly he was on top of me trying to take off my pajama shorts.

"Dad. STOP!" I shouted.

"Shhh, baby girl." He covered my mouth with his hand. At this point I was screaming and thrashing with tears running down my face. He still managed to take off my pajama pants and panties. I won't describe what happened next but you can probably guess. I spend the rest of the after math in pain and tears. My dad tried to say sorry but I wouldn't hear of it. I screamed and screamed for my mom and Tyrone and they came running in. My mom saw me crying on my bed in a naked and bloody heap. Tyrone was the first to realise what happened and punched my dad. My dad fell on the floor in tears.

"I don't know why you are crying, you conniving, useless freak of mankind." Tyrone spat. My mom covered me up and and took me to the bathroom to clean me up. All I could hear was my mom whispering comforting and apologetic words in my ear and Tyrone shouting profanities at my father.

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My father was taken to jail and was taken to court where he was convicted of rape. I would tell you how he is but I don't know where he is and frankly I do not care. As far as it concerns me he could burn in the fiery pits of hell.