I can hear Mom and Dad in the living room watching the T.V while I pretend to be sleeping. “Honey, can you go check if Alice is sleeping yet?” He gets up and starts walking down the hall. Oh no, oh no. Please turn around. Go.
I can hear Mom and Dad in the living room watching the T.V while I pretend to be sleeping. “Honey, can you go check if Alice is sleeping yet?” He gets up and starts walking down the hall. Oh no, oh no. Please turn around. Go. I hear my door creak and try to stay still. Maybe he will think I’m sleeping and I’ll be left alone, not that has ever stopped him. He sits on the side of my bed and strokes my hair. “I know you’re not sleeping Alice, I’m not going to fall for that trick.” I don’t move. Don’t breathe. “Don’t play these games with me. Now get up and spend some time with Daddy.” Stay still. “Alice” He hits me hard. Its hurts and I jump up. “See I knew you were awake, come give your father a hug.” He reaches out and takes me onto his lap. I stiffen up like a metal rod has been run through my spine. “You’re so beautiful.” He reaches under my shirt and feels around for my breast. The other moves much lower under my shorts. “Daddys little girl.” He starts pushing his finger inside me. It hurts so bad and he won’t stop. Be strong. Don’t him see you cry. I can’t help it.
The tears are running hot and salty down my cheekbones and dropping down onto my neck stinging my skin. He pulls of my shorts and takes down his fly. No no no. He slides me up on top of him and pushes inside of me. I can feel like tearing me and burning me like the lit end of a cigarette. I can barley make any sounds except whimpering like a hurt puppy dog. He doesn’t seem to hear me. He keeps moving faster and faster seeming to not notice how much it’s hurting me inside. Faster and faster until I can tell he is almost done. “I love you” he whispers in my ear. He shakes and I leap off right away. He puts his pants back up and says “Now you have a good sleep dearie.” He gets up off my bed and walks back down to the living room to sit with my mother. “Is she sleeping?” I hear her say. “Not yet…she just wanted some quality time with Dad.”