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Rage boiled in my veins, and my gums ached as my teeth threatened to change. I squeezed my eyes shut, sobbing as Dad whipped me until blisters rose on my skin. Turning my head, I met Christy’s eyes. She watched me with a little smirk and looked like she was enjoying herself.
I had the strength to push Dad away and kill everyone here, but I didn’t want to be the monster the world assumed I was because of my mental illness. So I took it with tears and grunts. When I didn’t scream anymore, Dad beat me harder.
After a few more lashes, he stopped, gasping for air. His hand came between my legs, and he swiped his fingers between my pussy lips, circling it on my clit. I trembled from the pain and embarrassment. Dad fingered me, not caring that my mother and sister watched him as he sexually assaulted me.
Why didn’t Daiman and Lucien show up for me?
Fat tears slipped down my cheeks, and I sobbed.
His zipper lowered, and I scrambled away from him.
“No, no, no, no!” I cried as he jerked me backward and bent me over the couch with a snarl. “Please don’t do this!”
“Robert,” Mom called with a tremor in her voice. “That’s your daughter.”
“That’s not my fucking daughter, and you know this!” Dad bellowed.
“What’s going on?” Christy said.
Dad grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me to my feet. He gripped me so tightly that I had to hunch my shoulders again. He held me to his side, facing Mom and Christy. “Grace isn’t my fucking daughter. We didn’t have sex around the time you conceived her. You even told me she wasn’t mine, so don’t give me that bullshit!”
Dad wasn’t really my father?
Mom stared at us with tears filling her wide eyes. She looked between me and Dad, her chin quivering.
“Tell her,” Dad snarled at Mom.
I trembled in place, unable to keep standing. Dad had to hold all my weight in his meaty hand.
Mom turned her watery gaze to me. “I don’t know how it’s possible,” she whispered.
“What?” I cried.
“I had dreams of a man who promised me beautiful things. He said he loved me and that I deserved better th-than...” Her eyes shifted to Dad, silently pleading for him to understand she loved him. “That I deserved better than your dad. We had sex often, and I eventually became pregnant. Your father and I hadn’t been sexually active for months because we had a rough patch.”
My heart sank to my stomach, and I stopped breathing.
Dad shoved me toward the stairs. “Go to your room, girl, and pray for forgiveness for being an abomination. I don’t know how she might have conceived you, but if I’m to guess, the devil visited your mom and knocked the bitch up.”
I turned to face them with stinging eyes. Dad—orstepdad—scowled at me and put his penis back into his pants. Christy watched me with a curl of her lip, and Mom blubbered as she looked at my father, trying to apologize.
“Go to your room, girl. You’re not eating tonight. Tomorrow you’re visiting Father Thomas so you can confess all your sins.” He narrowed his eyes. “All. Of. Your. Sins.Do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“That means you will tell him who has been dipping their hand in your honey pot. You’ll be baptized and become a renewed virgin.” Dad scowled at me and fixed his pants under his large stomach. I dropped my eyes and looked away from the outline of his erection.
“You will answer me, girl!” Dad shouted.
“Yes, sir,” I blurted.
“Now, go to your room and pray.”
I limped up the stairs and into my bedroom to cry myself to sleep.
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LUCIEN
