Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

WARNING: This story may trigger some people, including rape, and severe language. If you are easily triggered, please leave. For the rest, enjoy. :)

I came home from school with loads of homework to do. "Is anyone home," I yelled. No reply. I figured nobody was home with the silent response, so I went ahead to my room to work on my homework.

Language Arts - Finish graphic organizer
Math - Finish pg. 173 #2,4,6 and 8
Reading - Read Ch. 5 -10

Before I could read the rest, the door gusted open. I look up to see my father.
"Hey, baby girl," he said. I thought it was a little weird that he called me that but I ignored it. "So.. You wanna go out and get some candy," he tried to convince me to go. I declined due to all the homework I had. "Sorry dad, I can't go anywhere with this much homework." He sighed and walked out disappointed. I look back down at my homework and continue.

I wake up the next morning fatigued. I peek over at the clock. I was late. "Agh, shit!" I sprinted out my bed and shovedmu some random clothes on. As I was taking off my bra as quick as I could, I hear the door shove open and out came my father.
I froze. He smirked and told me that I was late. "I-I know, dad.." He grinned and walked out, rubbing his bulge.
I was extremely disgusted. I finished getting dressed anyway.

It was about 10 minutes later when I realized I couldn't get to school without my dad. I walked downstairs and saw my dad sitting there with black coffee. He smiled at me and stood up. "You ready?" I nod in reply. He gestures to come follow him to the car and I do. I get in the car. As we pull out the driveway, I start getting paranoid about the situation. He starts driving. 

It's been 20 minutes, and I didn't regonize where we were. "Dad, where are we..?" He doesn't answer as he starts driving faster. I start yelling. "Dad! Slow down, daddy!" I start sobbing. Mom died in a car crash. I didn't want to be next. He finally slowed down as we pulled up to a grassy field with metal cellar door. He gets out and I freeze. He opens my door and tries to lead me the way. I don't move and he painfully grabs my arm and drags me. 2 minutes later of me refusing, he finally gets me tied to the pole in the cellar. He gets a whip and bends me over. I was terrifyed. 

He leaves the room for a bit with me still tied and my ass burning hot. I try to reach for the phone. I grabbed it and started pinning in 9-1-1. He walks in and I put the phone in my pants. "You ready, babe?" He puts a pillow under me and pulls down my pants. He rubs my leg and slowly goes up my thigh. I couldn't breathe. I press the last 1 in the phone without him noticing. It quietly rings. "Hello, what is your emergency?" He hears them and grabs the phone. He hangs up. "You fucking called the cops? Jesus Christ, your mom was right about you. You're so goddamn paranoid!" He was right. I look down in shame and disappointment. He grabs my chin, making me look up. "But don't worry, sweetie. I'm gonna make you scream my name." I already knew what was coming. I looked around the room at the torture tools to see what I could use to defend myself. I was tied, I already lost this. "I've been in love with you for a while now, girly. Your mom was never enough for me, but you definitely are. I can't wait for you to have my baby." I whined. He slapped me, telling me to shut up. I obeyed him. "Good girl," he said with a grin. He continue pulling down my shorts and panties aswell. He started taking everything off until I was completely bare. He shoved his pants. I shut my eyes. "Aww, c'mon, open those pretty eyes." I peeked one eye open. "There you go. Now let's get started." I notice him rubbing his obvious bulge as he puts two fingers in my pink. He started quickly rubbing. I can't help but moan. He noticed I was enjoying it and smiled. "I know you like that," he said. He went straight ahead, pulled down his boxers and shoved it in. I gasped in disgust. 

He finished me out. I couldn't stop crying. "Stop being such a little bitch," he yelled at me as he chugged his booze. "Alright sweetie, I gotta go to work, you want me to drive you to school?" I froze. He untied me and held my hand thoroughly. He led me to his car still parked and took me to school. 

Another regular school day, and I come back to the house. I look up at the front gate to see him sitting on the porch. "C'mon! We're going to the cellarrrr, hAH." He was obviously drunk. He went to walk off the porch and he fell. I would've called the cops, but he was my dad, I couldn't do that. I loved him. "How am I supposed to keep this a secret..." I thought.