Some one to talk to. 8

I headed to my car and got in.

I hope shes ok.

~+*+~

I closed the front door and walked in.

It was quiet. My mother must have left again. She always did that when she got sick of fighting with my father.

I dropped my things. went to my room & shut the door.

~++~

The door opened. My father stood there.

He walked towards my bed. And pulled the sheets off.

I backed up.

"Wh...What are you doing?"

He crawled onto my bed and tugged at my clothes.

"No!"

I tried to fight back but he put all his weight on my back my sitting on me. Ripping my clothes off.

~++~

That night my father raped me.