tribulations

Why me

*slam*
I hear the front door slam upstairs. From the light beaming from the small basement window I can tell it's morning, so I know that my mother is already off to work at the hospital. I sit in the basement the dirty spider webbed invested basement. I look around with the little energy I have to find any chance of freedom put to no luck there is none. I laugh in my head "ha why did I even think there would be". I sit here and think to my self "ugh you stink"  there is no bathroom down here and even if there was this chain wouldn't be long enough for me to reach it.

I hear the sound of the basement door being unlocked and his heavy foot steps coming down the stairs. "Good morning my sweet girl" he said to me as he stroked my cheek. I quickly snatched my face away from him, he is just disgusting. " ah ah ah don't be like that now or I might have to teach you another lesson you know how that goes don't you Mel". Me thinking of the so called lesson he gave me yesterday mad slight tears form in my eyes.

He took a sniff in the air and slapped the fire out of my face. "Bitch you stink"! He said to me I don't want you smelling like that. All I could think was thank god in my head. "Just because you smell bad doesn't mean you look bad he said with a evil grin on his disgusting face. He took the other chains he had in the basement and chained my legs open to the polls that where in the basement to keep the structure up. I was half naked and had no underwear on from him ripping them off the other day.

He grabbed the chair that sat in the basement and placed it facing me he pulled his pants down and sat down. He started masturbating while he looked in between my legs. I looked away not wanting to see this as the hot  tears trembled down my face. His moaning and grunts filled the room while he finished him self off. He got up and fixed his pants, then he unshackled my chains from my wrist and my legs.

"Now take your stank ass up stairs and shower you stink fix your self up and you better not say shit you fucking hear me". I didn't say a word and just ran up stairs into the bathroom. I took a shower trying to wash away all his filth I scrubbed every part of my body I was in the shower for an hour just sitting on the shower floor balling my eyes out. "why me I thought god what did I do to deserve this for this to happen to me". I finally got out of the shower and just examined my self in the mirror there was a bruise from where he slapped me on my face.

I just looked down wondering how my life took this turn. I peeped out the bathroom window to see if he was still here steeve. His black Toyota Prius wasn't parked out side so that means he left already. I walked to my room and got dressed in black sweat pants and a black t-shirt. I just stared at the ceiling as I lay in my bed. My name is Melody Archur I'm 17 light skinned I'm mixed with Haitian and Cuban crazy mix right I have black hair that riches my shoulders and I'm a big girl but for a big girl I have a nice plus sized hour glass figure. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of questions so let me start to answer them. That man that just left that had me chained in our basement his my step father Steeve. He married my mom when I was about 13 prior to that when I was 12 my real dad up and left but it's not like he wanted to leave you see my dad is an assassin. I guess some where he slipped and and the police where on his ass so he left to lay down low for a while the thing is awhile is a long time now cuz I haven't seen him since. Some time after that my mom Cassandra met Steeve, she claimed he was the one and sooner or later they were married. She moved him in everything happened so fast that it seemed to good to be true to I was skeptical of this new man. But my mother was happy so I tried to be happy for her.

He was a real creep though he would stare at me time to time with this look in his eye that I hated. It went from his staring at me from him talking to me he would whisper things like how pretty my mom made me or how good I smelled, or how well I was filling out for my age. When I was 15 he started touching on me rubbing up and down my arms touching the smalls of my back grouping my breast. I told my mom or what he has been doing but she snapped on me saying how I'm mistaken his kindness for something else and how he is just trying to fill the role of a father. As he kept making advances at me I kept telling my mother but she would brush me off every time so soon I just stopped. But it isn't until just recently where he stared .... raping me.