*A week earlier*
I stand, glaring towards the front door, scared for what might happen, petrified for what he might do.
I had shoved the text deep down, but now I'm here, facing the door to my own personal hell, reality seeps in, he's in there, waiting, waiting to hurt his own daughter. Life shouldn't be like this, but I guess it's just normal now.
I eventually build up the courage to take the few steps up to the door, gently opening the door as scenarios... memories rush through my mind.
I take a step into the house closing the door behind me as a deathening silence holds thick in the air.
I tiptoe through the house in hopes everyone's asleep, but god obviously had other plans for me, or should I say the devil, since no god could do this to a person, no human should be capable of doing this to someone, anyone.
"Where have you been you impumputhe" [imbecile] Tears already brinked my eyes, preparing to escape, just at the sound of his voice, I never knew I could hate the sound of someone's voice so much.
"B-babysitting" I hated the fact I stuttered, I hated the fact I was even scared of him, it was just purely pathetic.
"More like out being a pathetic whore" The tears began to fill my eyes, blocking my vision until I blinked them away, allowing them to run down my cheeks.
I was frozen, I was stood there whilst my father stroked my face, as he allowed himself to roam my body, his daughters body, and I just stood there and allowed it, I just... I couldn't move.
It was different this time, his breath didn't reek of alcohol, his eyes weren't dilated.
I felt as my own fathers hands removed my clothes, I felt it all, and no one saved me, no one saved me, see i was no princess, I had no Prince on shining armour to come rescue me, I was just a broken soul who was practically loveless.
More tears escaped my eyes as I felt myself getting placed on that god awful black cushioned sofa, god how much I hated that sofa.
"P-please..." Is all I could allow out, I couldn't even finish my sentence.
"Shh, just be quiet for daddy, be a good girl, ok" Quiet sobs escaped from my lips, tears flooded my face as I felt him inside of me, and I hated it so, so much.
This time he was harder, rougher, this time I didn't feel merely nothing, this time I felt it all, and it hurt, it hurt so much, why would he do this to me.
"Y-your just d-drunk" I had kept repeating to myself over and over again until he interrupted.
"Oh sweet girl, I'm not drunk this time, I know exactly what I'm doing, my beautiful beautiful girl" And that was it, the only excuse I ever had for him, was gone, the spec of love I had for him was gone, he wasn't drunk, he was doing this to me whilst fully sound of mind and conscious.
Why? Is all I could think to myself as he slobbed over onto his side, leaving me there, when all I could do is huddle myself into a little ball my knees glued to my chest, my arms tightly wrapped around them whilst I tried to cover my dirty, disgusting body.
And all I managed to do was cry, for hours and hours, until finally I ran out of tears to cry, i was empty, I felt completely empty.
* Present time *
Both me and Liam sit silently in his car as we continue down the dark road, a rare street light brightening up the road.
"What happened with your family? Sorry to pry, you don't have to answer, I- we were just worried about you" I could tell her thought I was lying and it wasn't a complete lie I was sorta busy with family stuff if that included crying constantly.
"Um..." I try think of an excuse, I'm usually amazing at lying but in this specific moment my mind decides to betray me and give me absolutely nothing.
"Could I stay at your house, its late that's all" I try my best to change the subject so im not forced into lying more, I hate lying, I hate liars.
"Sure" he let's out a slight sight once he answered and continues to drive down the long road in complete silence.
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We finally make it to liams House, he then gently takes alina out of her car seat carrying her into the house and puts her to bed once telling me to grab a few spare blankets from the spare room down the Hall.
A few minutes pass of me looking on the TV for something to watch, covered in piles of thick, fluffy blankets, as Liam heads down the stairs practically on his tiptoes.
He turns the hallway lights of and heads into the living room sitting on opposite sides of the sofa to me.
"Amber..." I hear liams soft, quiet muttering from besides me.
"Why were you gone so long?" I turn my head looking towards Liam, who's head was face down towards the floor.
"I told you, it was just family buisness" he nods his head responding with a quick "ok".
I put on a random film and lie down, for some reason I just couldn't get comfortable so I kept shuffling trying my best to find a comfy spot before to hands pull me onto their lap.
"Better?" I wriggle a little hearing a slight groan coming from Liam, I just nod my head wriggling a tiny bit more as another groan escapes liams lips.
Once I stop moving and I'm comfy I turn my head to watch the film.
"Whyd you stop" I hear Liam speak in my ear in his obnoxiously, natural seductive but deep voice.
I try control my breathing, making sure not to move to much as liams hands move onto my waist.
I feel his lips come close to my ear, his cold breath tickling my neck.
"I can feel you throbbing little gem" my eyes practically jump out of there sockets, I try lift myself of Liam out of pure embarrassment but his iron grip held me down.
"Calm down, it's ok" liams thumb gently moves my face towards him, his eyes roaming my face stopping on my lips, his thumb running across my bottom lip.
"God your lips..." he unexpectedly kisses me harshly, but somehow softly on the lips, and I find myself... receiving the kiss, as we both move our lips together.
Liam quickly pulls back beginning to speak again.
"... feel amazing." Is all he says before continuing the kiss but deeper. As his tongue slides across my bottom lips, to which I give access, as his tongue roams mine, our lips forging together like two hungry beasts.
"God you don't know how long I've wanted to do this" he muttered against my lips.
I feel as his fingers touch the hem of my shirt.
"Is this ok" he asks waiting for an answer before continuing.
"Yes, yes it's ok" I smile which he returns before slowly pulling the top over my head and continuing to kiss me, but this time along my jaw, then my neck, down to my breast, the main thing I couldn't get out of my head, was how he asked if it was OK before everything he did.
It's as though he knows all about me and my past as though he knows this could trigger me, and I love that.
His hands move across my body down to the hem of my trousers, in which he once again asks for permission which I give without thinking.
He slowly takes my pants off of me, chucking them onto the floor. I notice as his eyes soften, as his eyebrows furrow, as his hands touch my thighs.
Oh no.
He saw them.
He saw the bruises, the cuts, the scars, the bruises on my inner thighs, he saw it all.
"Your beautiful" he looks up into my eyes kissing me softly as he kissed his way down my body, then kissing every single cut, bruise, and scar, he kissed every single one, and called me beautiful every time.
But he saw them, he probobky deep down thinks I'm ugly, he saw the scars, he saw the bruises, he saw the marks made by the man who's so called my father.
He saw it all, and probobly knows everything...
Word count: 1489~ hope you all enjoyed this chapter xx.
And I just wanted everyone to know if there struggling with anything like this or anything at all, I'm here to talk always x.
Also wanted to say sorry for the delayed updates just been really busy recently x.