Him-don't be scared
Me-your privates are showing, cover up!" I said waiting
He then moved my hands away from my face
Him-it's okay I'm your dad.
Me-I don't think it is
Him-it's alright, look" I looked at it and looked away.
Me-that's what it was?
Him-yeah, was it fun" I stayed quiet unsure of what to say.
Me-urmm, sort of" he smiled and nodded.
Him-come
He then laid me on the bed. He stroked my arm and pecked me on the lips.
Me-I'm not tired yet
Him-I know
He sat me up and removed my top
Me-it's okay dad, I can dress myself, I'm 12" I said looking at him oddly.
Him-yeah, but I miss my little girl, let me just look after you
Me-no, it's okay. Next time" I said smiling
Him-come on" he said removing the rest of my top. He then removed my bra.
Him-you've developed well haven't you" I nodded covering myself up. Something didn't seem right
He then removed my trousers and my knickers, I kept my legs closed tight. He tried to separate them but I kept them closed
Me-okay, I'm tired now, I want to go sleep" he just ignored me and opened up my legs.
Me-dad please don't" I was beginning to get a ruff idea of what was happening.
Him-don't worry, this is normal, this is what daddies and daughters do" he then ran his hands against my privates. If felt weird, it felt wrong. He then ran his hands down as I felt a sharp pain. My head was beginning to feel light headed
Me-dad it hurts
Him-it will stop hurting soon... trust me" he said smiling.....
I then found where I was as a tear fell down my cheek. I always cried when I thought about that one day. It hurts to think my dad, the one guy I'm suppose to turn to when a boy hurts me or try's anything. I can't trust him, and I don't really think he cares much about me. It's all an act to keep me sleeping with him.
Out of all of this the biggest question is. Does my mum know. We've done it many times with her in just another room. Has she suspected something, heard anything. Even though she doesn't care for me, does she even worry or bother to worry why he is always in my room at night. I'm 15 it's not like he has to still reads me or story, or kiss's me goodnight. I just don't understand. If I could swap my parents tomorrow. Trust me I would.
I was soon changed in my school uniform. My dad hasn't laid a hand on me in one whole week, so my bruises have disappeared. I put on foundation, mascara and eyeliner. I loved making an effort. It made me feel good inside and helped my confidence by a mile.
I grabbed my school bag and ran down stairs.
Me-I'm off now" I said walking into the kitchen
Him-alright, mum will be back late tonight" I nodded dreading it
Him-come give me a hug" he said acting like a real dad.
I went over and briefly hugged him. He then let his hand touch my bum. I just ignored him and sighed.
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Zahra- Scarred
Teen FictionNot everyone is as fortunate to chose when their innocence is to be let go. Zahra a 15 year old teenager who had her's stolen by her father at a young age. Being so young she grow up naive thinking what was wrong was right but she soon grew up and...
Zahra- Scarred (chapt 2)
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