Picking up the broken pieces

I screamed loudly as the hand yanked me back by the hair, forcing me to look into my fathers eyes. "L-like what I did? She wouldn't tell me where you went, so I-I got her good." He hiccuped, puffs of his whisky breath making me gag. "Look-look at her! I...got her good. She was so tight inside that I about....about....heh, I think I broke her!" He trailed off, laughing evilly. Then he shoved me to the floor, and pulled down my pants. "What the fuck is this?!" He shouted, smacking the fresh cuts on my thighs. He punched me on the ribs, then stood up and kicked me.

I heard a muffled crack and then a wave of pain shot through me. I screamed in agony as he kicked my ribs, shattering them. Then he got back down, slapped me, and forced me up onto my feet before slamming into me, making me yelp. He bounced me on top of himself, moaning loudly. I cried and screamed, every thrust sending waves of pain to add to my shattered ribs, all the while having to close my eyes because every time I opened them, what remained if Allison was lying on the ground, cold and unmoving; a shell of a once bright and wonderful girl.
I heard his moans getting louder and louder, but before he had the chance to finish, I managed to find the stength to kick him with my combat boots. He pulled out, yelling in pain. I pulled up my pants then ran, grabbing my bags and quickly buttoning my pants as I ran out into the rain, not knowing where I was going

Notes

Sorry it's so short guys. I did promise to update soon though! I'll do it as often as possible, but like I said, school is a pain. Anyway, thank you for the wonderful comments, and thanks for the support! Love you guys! BVB ARMY!!!! <3 <3 <3