Stolen Heart

"Jade!" I cringed as my father hit my door again, sliding my homework into my bag and stuffing it Under my bed, I went to the door, unlocking it. Before I could react I felt a stinging pain in my cheek and was pushed into the door frame.
"don't you ever lock me out you little slut." He grabbed my shirt pulling me up to throw me against the wall, knocking the breathe out of me. I slid down, the back of my head now throbbing. Dad began kicking me, I tried to get up and run but he grabbed my hair and yanked me down.
"you should know better by now sweetheart." His hand gripped my side and pain shot through it, I could feel the bruises forming all over me already. His hand slid up and grabbed my breast. The sick feeling I got every time my father did this sank in, making me want to throw up. His other hand went to my lower area and I began fighting him. He slapped me again, and pushed me against the wall so he could continue.
Twenty minutes later I was lying on my side, cuts and bruises covered my body, a single tear fell down my cheek and my father finally pulled out of me. As soon as he left I ran to the bathroom and turned on my shower, not even bothering to get out of my clothes I crawled in, washing the blood from my arms and in between my legs. My father had touched me since I was five, but this was the first time he'd gone that far. What felt like hours later I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around myself checking to be sure in was alone a ran into my room pulling on the ugliest pajamas I owned. I locked my door and crawled into bed. Today was Friday and I'd just gotten out of school for winter break. I began planning my escape that night.

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