My Father's Fury

Prologue

Have you ever wanted to take something back by bargaining with God. Maybe when you were younger and you begged God that your parents didn’t find out you’d taken five bucks to get a candy bar and a soda. Or broke one of their favorite things and hid it, praying they didn’t find out because you know your ass was in big trouble if they found it. Those things, they seem so petty when I think about my childhood.

I prayed that God would take me from home, that he would stop the torture I went through. Then I just gave up praying. What was the point. After all….

No one was listening.

No one heard my screams or cries of pain, nobody came to me when I needed help. I was all alone in this world and had to adapt to it. If no one was here on Earth then I knew God was far to busy to worry about little me. My childhood started my problems, but it was hardly the end of them.

But we should start there, that way you know what hell I went through.

Chapter One

I was thirteen years old, and heard the bacon sizzling in the frying pan downstairs. My dad was at work and my brother was cooking. I was the only girl since my mom had split town when I was about three months old. I didn’t exactly know the whole story and didn’t exactly pry into it. Apparently she was smart. If only she would have taken me with her.

My room was small but comfortable. I remember that. The bed had white flowers and a blue quilt like coverlet with the same type of sham on the pillows. The window was curtained with white and blue curtains that matched the bed covers and I even had a blue flowery lamp on my oak bedside table.

With a sigh, I forced myself from bed. My brother Ethan wouldn’t of liked me being late. He was all about being on time. After dressing in jeans and a snug t-shirt I walked downstairs then put my feet in flip-flops that matched my outfit. Smiling to myself I kissed my brother’s cheek and walked over to the table as he grinned and laid a plate on my side of the table. Ethan was the oldest and eighteen with a grin that lit up plenty of teenage girl’s hearts. My second oldest brother, Thomas was sixteen and preferred staying over at friends rather than taking care of little old me. Not that I minded, Ethan was my favorite.

As was ritualistic in our house, Ethan kissed the top of my head and gave me a hug then took his seat and ate breakfast with me. My father didn’t like being home and he saw me as the cause of my mother skipping town. There was almost always hate boiling in his eyes when he looked at me.

I had grown used to the aloof treatment. The only time he ever spoke to me was when I was in front of him while he watched TV or when I did something stupid or clumsy.

Then it was a push or a shove to instill that he was the alpha male and I was the kid that had to follow orders. The rest of that fateful day was normal. I said goodbye to Ethan when he dropped me off at the middle school before leaving for work at the mechanic’s shop then I went through the motions of every day in class. Tests, quizzes, classwork, homework assignments. Because Ethan worked I had to catch the bus after school and normally got home around three thirty.

When I got off at my stop, I saw my dad’s car in the driveway. It was really unusual for him to be home but I figured he had wanted a lazy day at school. Part of me screamed not to go in and I realize now that I should have listened to the screaming.

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“Get me a beer.”

It was the first words I heard as I stepped inside the house. I took off my flip flops and walked into the kitchen automatically then grabbed a bottle of bud light from the fridge before shrugging off my book bag and walking into the living room. My dad was still in his work attire , the business jacket askew and the tie loose around his neck. He worked as an executive at a bank and though we weren’t rich, we were comfortable. He snatched the beer from my hands and popped the top then took a long swig as I turned to go upstairs but he stopped me.

“Come here Chassie,” he said gruffly. Only Ethan called me Chassie. It was the shortened version of Chastity. I grimaced at his tone but turned and walked back to the side of the chair where he sat. “Yes daddy?” he asked curiously. He smiled and took another swig of beer then took his hand and ran his knuckle over my cheek. “Mmm…you look…just like your momma,” he sighed sitting up and pulling me in front of him. I gasped at his firm grip. No doubt he’d consumed more alcohol then the two swallows of beer that I’d watched him drink. His entire being reeked of beer. His hand traced my cheek and then he did something I didn’t expect. Not at all. He kissed me. And it was brutal and hard and I tried tearing away but it didn’t help. He just held me tight and kissed me, thrusting his large tongue into my small mouth. I struggled but he just pulled be back and gave me a hard slap that sent my head to spinning. The next thing I knew he was standing up and had hiked up my shirt and tossed it aside. I cried out. But he only hit me again. Smiling to himself.

“Easy my pretty girl. I’m going to enjoy this and so are you,” he promised then lifted my struggling form into his arms and went to his bedroom. I wanted to throw up and when he touched my underdeveloped tits and squeezed I couldn’t help but cry out in surprise and frustration. He was larger and stronger than I was and I was not going to be able to fight him off. I guess that’s when I gave up fighting and he stripped me and ran his tongue over my chest and tore my jeans and panties off in one forceful tug leaving my hairless mound naked to his view. Tears filled my eyes as he looked me over. I never felt more disgusted then I did now.

I watched him take off his tie and shirt then sling them to the side, revealing his muscled chest and abs. My father was forty five but looked about thirty because he took care of himself and worked out in the gym. It was why he could beat up Ethan so bad that Ethan would just collapse and take whatever he got dished out. He’d never hit me. Ethan had never allowed it. Now I was getting the worse of two evils. He spread my legs, looking at my hairless mound obviously liking the way it looked then I watched with wide eyes as he undid his jeans and threw them off revealing his erection. It was thick and big and my eyes widened. She had never seen one before but she’d taken sex ed. She tried closing her legs but he only pried them open again. “Pay attention Chassie because you’re going to do as daddy says or get a beating,” he hissed then before I could fight began sticking his fingers into me as if preparing me for something. I didn’t want anything of what he gave and struggled but he only sighed and kissed me hard on the mouth again, pleased with himself. “I’m going to fuck you Chassie and I’m going to take your virgin pussy. You’re mine…no little boy will have you first and with that he plunged into my virgin pussy and began slamming his dick harder and harder into my body. I screamed. The pain was intense and I couldn’t stop the sobbing that came from my throat as he rammed his dick into me. I felt the blood and his pre-cum coating my insides and I squirmed to get away but I couldn’t. He laughed at my attempts and just held me down thrusting harder.

I don’t know how long it lasted but finally I felt his cum flood me and he collapsed on top of me. After a few more minutes he lifted his head, kissed me and then got up and left me lying there on the bed with my cunt bleeding and with my soul full of shame.

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