My Father's Fury

Chapter Two

Later on that evening, my brother returned home. I didn’t say anything. I had taken a bath and dressed in a loose t-shirt and baggy jeans then had ripped the bloodied sheets from the bed. I’d say I just started my period early. He’d believe that. After stuffing everything in the washing machine, I ensured that I put in plenty of bleach. My father was dressed again, drinking another beer and soon was passed out in the living room. I entered the kitchen and Ethan who saw my bruised face and growled, reaching for a wet cloth to press to the swelling. He didn’t ask questions. I knew he didn’t think that my father had raped me. Only that I’d been knocked around a little. I was not going to tell him the truth.

He fixed my plate for supper then went upstairs to shower. I ate quickly then ran into my room, I was not going to come out for the night. I made sure to lock my door securely then as an added precaution. Put my dresser in front of it. He wouldn’t be able to touch me. Not tonight. I got on the bed but sleep wouldn’t come so I finally slid myself up, rocking myself back and forth to calm the tight nerves. Tears fell down my cheeks. This was not how it was supposed to be I was sure. But then again, I was just a kid. What the hell did I know?

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For a while after that incident, everything went back to normal. Almost. My dad left me alone and I began thinking I was safe. Ethan knew something had changed in me but he didn’t ask. I was thankful. The weeks turned into months and I turned fourteen. My dad was away on a business trip so it was just me, my brother and my friend Lori. She was the only friend I had. Even though I was considered pretty I wasn’t the social butterfly. I preferred reading and writing to going out to the mall any day. Lori was a lot like me except she was an only child and had a mom that preferred drugs to her liability. Lori spent most of her time at my house or we both disappeared to the nearest park and sat for hours. After what happened with my dad, I hadn’t told anyone and I wasn’t about to either. I was more of the suffer in silence type.

My party was a simple affair with two gifts from Ethan and a card from Lori. I smiled and pretended to be happy. I found out that if you acted like nothing was wrong, most would believe it for the truth. After opening my presents, Ethan took Lori and I to the ice cream shop and got us both our favorites then walked us downtown to the movie theater. It was a ramshackled building that was older than the town I was sure and had old black and white movies playing in it. Today they were showing a movie called Top Hat. Some old Fred Astaire movie that was obviously amazing. As we watched the dancing couples and the graceful movements on screen I felt my eyes start to drift. I hadn’t slept well since my dad raped me and I blamed him. Of course I blamed him. He had ruined me and I couldn’t even tell anyone.

I kept myself awake until it was time to go and when we got home, Lori decided she had to leave and we said our goodbyes. I saw my dad’s car parked out front of our house and shuddered inwardly. When we walked inside, he was waiting there in his favorite seat just watching us come in. I shrugged off my jacket and my brother walked into the living room.

“Dad..” he complained. “I wish you’d stop buying this beer. I’m having to support all of us because you spend half your paycheck on this shit…” he grumbled. My father rose up and I winced when I heard the resounding thud of my father’s fist contacting with some part of my brother’s body. The guttural moan made me cringe and I escaped through the kitchen to my bedroom upstairs. Shutting the door and locking it before pressing my ear to the wood to listen. I couldn’t make out a majority of the words until I heard my father’s voice booming.

“If you leave this God Damn HOUSE…I’ll MAKE SURE YOU NEVER COME BACK!” he shouted and I heard my brother’s reply.

“FINE YOU SON OF A BITCH. I’LL LEAVE!” I closed my eyes feeling the tears burn at the back of my throat. “No, I thought. He couldn’t be leaving me. He was the only reason I had any reason to be here. I heard his footsteps and heard the thunking of items being tossed around. A door slammed and then another one and I heard the footsteps recede downstairs. I ran to the window watching him leave the house and get into his car, driving off into the night. Ethan was my only hope and now he was gone. I heard the sound of footsteps coming toward my bedroom and closed my eyes hearing my father yell at me to open my door. I complied only because somewhere deep down I knew it would be worse if I didn’t and when he raped me that night, I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave because he’d find me and he’d kill me. He told me so and I was young enough to believe him.

When morning came, my father finally left my bruised and broken body. I felt blood cake my cheek and he’d torn me open again because I was so small in comparison to his cock when it came to thrusting inside me. I didn’t cry this time, merely looked out the window numbly. I never saw Ethan again.

Part of me blames him for leaving me behind but I guessed that he’d had it with the abuse and alcohol long enough. He must of figured it was my turn.

I closed my eyes finally, a calm acceptance of my brutal reality washed over me. I was not safe but this was the only haven I had. I had to deal with it.

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