The Saved Become The Saviors

Jenn’s POV

*Shit! My body won’t move! Come on, GET UP. Don’t let him do this to us again* hot tears are now viciously falling down my face. My father finally made his way towards me “NO daddy please, I don’t like it. It hur-” I pleaded only to be cut off

“Shut up stupid bitch” He screamed as he slapped me across my face leaving an instant mark. Not giving me any time to recover he then picked me up and threw me onto my bed, crawling on top of me. “Now you're going to be a good girl and lay there right?”

“Get off of me!” I yelled kicking trying to get free, trying to push this 250 pound, 6 foot tall man off of me. He then punched me in the face causing my vision to blur

“Did I stutter? I said you’re going to be a good girl and just lay there understood” at that point all I could do was nod in defeat. He smirked at me while undoing his belt, letting himself springfree. He then started stroking himself while undressing me. When I was fully undressed all I could do at that point was wait for him to finish and leave hoping I was just in a nightmare and wake up, only I didn’t wake up. I was there through it all everything he did to me all playing in slow motion.

He finally pushed himself inside of me, and everytime he would go in and out was painful both physically and mentally. I just kept my eyes shut, hoping he would finish soon. I became nothing but a shell of a little girl who never knew what it was like to have a real family, to be happy, to have a non druggie mother who was always to high to know what her husband was doing to her daughter, to have a father who only loved his daughter as a daughter and protect her, not hurt her. I was a zombie of a 11 year old girl who had her childhood ripped away from her.

After a half hour of only hearing his grunts and my sobs he had finally finished. He got up, zipped himself back up. “Next time I better not see a single tear. I am your father and I know what’s best for you, i’m the adult and you’re only a kid who has no idea of what she wants or needs.” and with that he hit me one final time then he left me alone crying, beaten, and naked in my bed. I closed my eyes one last time. When I opened my eyes I was back in my living room curled into a ball with hot tears streaming down my face.

It was all coming back to me every memory, all the pain. I could feel it all every burn, punch, kick, every broken bone, everything. I tried so hard to escape my past, my nightmares, they just won’t go away. And now I see all my nightmares when i’m awake, I guess i’ll never be able to escape them, can I?

I jumped up off of the ground when I heard Alex’s alarm go off. I’ve must have been crying on the ground for a few hours. I quickly ran to the bathroom so that Alex wouldn’t see my red, and puffy face. She would know that i’ve had another “flashback”.

*** After about a half hour in the shower I figured that my face would no longer be red and puffy. I turned off the water and stepped out drying myself off. Walking to the mirror I pat my face dry then look at a reflection of a zombie. Well that’s great my eyes are still red, awsome. I looked at my phone “6 o’clock. Okay that gives me about two hours to get ready and study on my new life. I totally got this….. Who the fuck am I kidding, I can’t focus on anything. I’ll never be able to forget will I?”

(knock , knock , knock) ”Hurry your ass up. You’re not the only one who needs to shower you know!

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