This is a long one, but it's very dramatic.
Be warned lol
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING THERE'S RAPE⚠️
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I was home alone, in my room, when I heard the front door open from downstairs.
The only person that could be home at this hour is... my father.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I closed my laptop and jumped off of my bed. I struggled to put some pants on as I heard him trudging up the stairs. (a/n she wasn't wearing pants cuz she was home alone). I sat back down on my bed as he opened the door to my bedroom.
The door slammed against the wall, most likely leaving a dent in it. My father stepped closer to me, the smell of alcohol was very prominent.
He looked me up and down.
"My my my. Would you look at this?" He started, slurring his words.
"y/n, your mother isn't home until 8 tonight, that means we've got 4 hours... alone." He smiled his disgusting smile at me.
I kept quiet.
"Nothin' to say?" He asked.
I stayed quiet again.
"You're quiet now, but you definitely won't be in a few minutes." He said, still slurring his words.
He's even like this when he's not drunk, it's just worse when he is.
He started unbuckling his belt.
Oh god, this is happening.
His jeans fell to his ankles. He looked up at me, and started walking towards me. He grabbed my arm and forcefully stood me up. He then proceeded to take off my clothes.
This. Is. Disgusting.
When he finished, I was left standing there, naked.
He pulled down his underwear, and his 2-incher shot up.
He started to touch himself while staring at me.
I. Feel. Disgusting.
He pulled me towards him and pushed me onto the bed.
Then, he did... things, to me.
He finished and walked over to my bedroom door.
"You always have been a daddy's girl, haven't ya?" He said, walking out of my room, leaving his clothes lying on the ground by my bed.
I just laid there, on my bed, naked.
This isn't the first time this has happened, I've just learned to deal with it. I've tried to tell my mom before, she just never believes me. I sat up, and saw that I got a text from my boyfriend of almost 2 years, Colby.
Colby💖😍💖: Heyyyyyy
I replied.
You: hey
Colby💖😍💖: whatcha doing?
You: nothing.
Colby💖😍💖: good 😊
I didn't reply after that, and neither did he. I just set my phone on my dresser, and looked outside of my window. My dads car was gone, I'm guessing he left to go get even drunker.
I sighed and laid back down on my bed. I crawled under the covers and wanted to cry.
I wanted to cry so badly, but I couldn't. My body physically wouldn't let me cry.
I just laid there for a minute or two, until I heard the front door open again. I jumped out of my bed, slammed my bedroom door closed, and locked it. I was afraid that it was my dad.
I heard footsteps come closer to my room. I saw the doorknob jiggle.
"Hello? Y/n?" I heard from the other side of the door.
It's Colby.
"J-just one second." I replied, frantically getting up and putting clothes on. My hair was still a mess though.
I slipped on some shorts and a shirt, then opened my door.
He stood there, holding a bag of chipotle.
He looked at me.
"What's that?" He asked as he pointed to my neck.
There was probably a hickey there, so I lied and said,"Oh, I burned myself with my straightener earlier."
He nodded and smiled, but that quickly faded as he walked into my room.
Shit. I'm a fucking idiot.
The sheets were a mess, his clothes were literally lying on the floor, and worst of all, there was a used condom lying on the floor.
He looked around my room, then back at me. The expression on his face changed.
"Why?" Was all he said.
Me, being the idiot that I am, I replied with,"Why what?"
"Don't play fucking stupid y/n!" He shouted, dropping the bag of Chipotle and storming out of my room.
I stepped over the bag and ran after him down the stairs.
"Colby wait!" I shouted after him.
He turned around, he had tears running down his cheeks.
"What? What do you have to say y/n!"
I walked closer to him.
"I swear to you, it's not what it looks like." I replied. I didn't want to admit that my father had been doing this to me.
"Wow, thats one of the biggest piles of shit I've ever heard." He started walking towards the door again.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me.
"Colby! Let me explain!" I shouted, I started to tear up.
"Explain what? Explain that I'm not good enough for you? Explain that you cheated on me? No thank you y/n, I'm good." He said, getting out of my grasp and walking back to the front door.
"My father raped me!" I shouted as he was about to walk out of the door. Tears started flowing out of my eyes as I said those words. I've never admitted it before.
He stopped walking.
"What?" He asked, still not facing me. His voice changed, it wasn't angry or mad anymore, it was concerned and confused.
"It was my father." I said in between sobs.
He turned around and ran to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I melted into him.
I just cried and cried.
After I had no more tears left, I released from the hug.
"How long?" Colby asked.
I just looked down at the floor, and stayed silent.
"Y/n... how long?" He replied louder, lifting my chin up so I would look at him.
"3 years." I mumbled.
"What?" He asked.
"3 years!" I shouted, angry at myself that I've let this happen for 3 years.
His face saddened.
"I'm so sorry." He replied, hugging me.
"Colby, you shouldn't be sorry, there's nothing you could've done." I replied, pulling away and looking into his eyes.
He just nodded, guilt evident in his stare.
Then, the front door busted open.
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dun dun dun!
part two?
p.s you're next Janie
-m