Bad Girl [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9

When I woke up, I found myself in a room I didn't recognize.

Then in a flash, everything that happened to me came back.

I was raped again.

And it was worst then the first time.

No no, the first time was definitely worse.

Flashback...

That day was my birthday. I had just turned seven.

Me and my mom were eating my cake when we heard the front door open.

Mom looked at me with a calm look and said, "Probably just one of my guys."

I said, "What would he want momma?"

"Maybe he is just drunk. Doesn't matter. He shouldn't be here. I'll be right back." My mom said and left the kitchen.

After she left, I rushed to the kitchen door to peek.

"Um, Larry, what are you d-" She was cut off by him slapping her and pushed her to the ground.

"Claudia, run and hide!" My mom screamed before passing out.

I did as I was told and ran up the stairs to my room.

I went into the closet and hid behind a stack of clothes.

It was then that I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

I shut my eyes when I heard the door squeak open to my room.

Then I heard it close.

Me, being the stupid one, thought the guy left.

So I peeked out from my spot and saw him walking around in my room, trying to find me.

I gasped and his head snapped my way.

"There you are, bitch."

He ran over to me and lifted me up over his shoulders while I was frantically screaming and kicking.

"Let me go!" I screamed and he plopped me down on my bed.

He slapped me since I kept screaming.

"Make one other sound, and I will kill you." He said.

Then he pulled off his pants and boxers when he came over to the bed.

At age seven, I didn't know what a dick was, so I was here thinking, what is that huge, long stick thing under his stomach? And what are those lumpy things around it?

Now I know that they are ballsacks.

Before I could react, he pulled my hands over my head with one hand, then used his other hand to caress whatever pecks I had instead of breats.

After a while, he used his hand to direct his penis at my vagina, and pushed it in fast.

I totally forgot that he said not to make any noise and started screaming in pain. This hurts like hell.

But, he didn't kill me. He just smiled as if this was pleasurable to him.

This sick twisted nigga....

After a few moments of thrusting his dick into me at a fast rate, he took it out of me.

Yay he is done, I thought but I was mistaken.

He opened my mouth and shoved his dick into it.

Let me just say, I choked so many times.

When he pulled it out my mouth and was about to put it back into my pussy, he fell down onto the floor with blood coming out of his head.

Then I got a clear shot of my mom behind him, carrying a knife.

I broke down into tears and she came and comforted me.

"I won't ever bring anyone back here." She whispered in my ear and I fell asleep in her arms.

Then the next day, I saw her bring another guy into the house.

It was then that I realized I was raped.

And it was then I realized I hated my mother.

Flashback over

I started crying and I heard machines beeping.

I was in a hospital...

But how?

Nurses and doctors filled the room within seconds and examined me.

"Am I pregnant?" I asked a nurse.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Why would you be pregnant?" She asked.

"Because I was just raped." I struggled to say and started coughing.

"Did you have your period yet?"

I nodded my head.

"Guys, set up a pregnancy test for her." The nurse said and some doctors nodded.

They told me to pee while they held a bottle under my vagina.

I tried really hard, but only a few drops came out.

They closed the bottle and muttered a thank you to me.

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After a few hours, the doctors came back.

"No, your not pregnant. Lucky for you, when you were raped, no sperm was given." One if the doctors said, answering my question from earlier.

"Am I free to leave?" I asked.

They nodded and left the room so I could change.

After I changed, I realized I needed a ride.

I took out my phone from my bag and scrolled through my contacts, trying to find the right person.

Then it popped up.

Brad.

I called him and waited.

After the third ring, he answered with a groggy voice.

"Hello?" He said/asked.

"Brad, I need a ride from South Glenn hospital." I said.

I heard shuffling and then he said, "On my way."

I hung up and got all my things together.

Then I exited the hospital waiting for Brad to come.