Daddy's house

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All I could see was darkness.

All I could hear was the steady squeal of my mattress and low grunts coming from overhead.

"Get offa'me" I want to cry out.

It hurt so bad. What was he doing to me? He said that he had a present for me because I was such a good girl and that he wanted to make up for not getting me a present last year.

" Open up ya eyes, girl"

I opened my eyes. I couldn't help but stair at the shadows of my fathers feet under the door. Why wouldn't he save me? His little fragile baby girl was hurting.
What is he doing?

"Open up ya mouth, girl"

I opened my mouth. He said I would like this, but I didnt. I wanted to spit it out but he wouldn't let me. He put his hand over my lips and told me to swallow. I forced the nasty, salty glop down my throat as tears rushed down my face. I sobbed.
My small and not yet fully developed chest rubbed agenst his as he enveloped me into his hug.

"Good girl...its OK, don't cry"

I want my mommy.

He did his pants again. The way he looked at me made me want to throw up.

"Put on ya dress Effie...happy birthday baby"

I watched as he left . I watched as the shadows of his shoes joined my fathers.

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⏰ Última actualización: Jan 19, 2016 ⏰

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