Saving Jamie
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,749
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Jamie squinted as she stepped out into the sun filled street. It was two o' clock in the afternoon and a Sunday, so no cars drove down the small road. It was only a short walk from the hospital to her home so she had declined Nurse Anne's offer to drive her home. She didn't want the nurse to see where she lived anyway. She tried to clear her head as she walked, trying to decide what to tell her father. Father. Her knees buckled at the thought, nearly making her fall to the ground.
How could she explain this too him? He would be angry that she hadn't been there to cook for him. He would probably hit her or even... She stopped that train of thought instantly. She didn't want to think about that. She would figure out what to do when the time came.
She continued to walk, her mind elsewhere. Bryan's face flashed in her mind more than once. She had thanked him once again before leaving the hospital. He had made some off-hand comment and then left the hospital. Nurse Anne had glared after him for a moment before turning back to Jamie, saying something aboryanryan being a real ass. Jamie was sure that was supposed to be a joke but she hadn't been sure.
Jamie's head snapped up as she realized where she was. She stood in front of her house, overgrown grass and weeds made up the lawn, while old paint and broken shutters made up the outside of the house. Jamie took a shaky breath before making her way up the walkway to the front door. She paused for a moment before going in, trying to be as quiet as she could. It was Sunday, and her father didn't work over the weekends.
Perhaps she could just get up the stairs and into her room, she could lock herself in until he began drinking that night. Her father seemed to be an exception to the rules, he was what could be considered a "nice drunk". That made everything else seem worse, however, because he knew exactly what he was doing when he wasn't drunk. She stepped up onto the first stair, thanking the Heavens when it didn't creak. She had gone up another two steps when her father charged into the hallway.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he roared, stomping toward her and grabbing her arm. "Where the fuck were you?" He yelled, pulling her off the stairs and onto the floor next to him. "You have been gone since Friday night, and now you think that you can just come home without being punished. Where were you, dammit, where were you?" He was shaking her violently now, gripping both of her arms as heled led at her.
"I was at the hospital." Jamie said in a whisper, she didn't dare lie to him.
Her father caught a glimpse of her bandage wrist and shook her even harder. "So, you tried to fucking kill yourself did you?" He slammed her against the wall pressing her against it with his body. "Why did you do it Jamie?" He asked, his voice was soft and his right hand was caressing the side of her face. "Don't you like the way Daddy treats you anymore?" Suddenly he threw her to the floor with a force that left her gasping for breath, "You can't leave me yet Jamie, not like you're mommy did."
Jamie's mother had left when Jamie was ten. Her father had gotten his sexual pleasure from prostitutes for five years, before he became tired of spending the money. He had decided that he shouldn't have to pay for sex when he had a fifteen year old girl, that he could fuck for free, living with him. He didn't care that she was his own daughter, she was there, and she looked like his ex-wife.
He kneeled down in front of her, tearing at her clothes, his teeth bared in a feral grin. "I'll show you what happens when try to run away from Daddy." Her clothes now lay scattered around the floor, and he began to remove his own.
Jamie saw the bulge in his pants and looked away, choking back a sob. She would not cry, she would not struggle, because he liked it when she cried, and he liked it when she tried to push him off. She focused on a chip in the light green paint of the walls. She focused everything on the spot of white on the green walls. She tried to block out the feeling of her father pushing into her, and the pain she felt because her bodily fluids were not lubricating her vaginal channel.
He slammed into her again and again, but she refused to make a sound. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she didn't even whimper. Her father became frustrated, and he jabbed one of his elbows hard into her side. A gasp escaped her and her father chuckled darkly. The pain seemed to consume her as her father used her body to pleasure himself. It seemed to go on forever when it was really only a few minutes.
Finally she heard her father grunt, and felt his seed being spilled inside of her. She kept still as he pulled out of her and stood. He readjusted his clothes and looked down at her, she was motionless, staring at the wall.
"Don't ever try to leave me again." her father said softly, "Don't leave Daddy ever again." He turned and walked into the living room, and Jamie heard the TV turn on seconds later.
Jamie tried to hold back her sobs as she gathered her clothes from the floor. She hobbled up the stairs to her room, the pain from in between her legs almost making her scream. The only thing that kept her from collapsing on the floor in a heap was the knowledge that her Father wouldn't touch her again for a few days. He would yell at her, telling her it was her fault, telling her that she was dirty, but he wouldn't touch her again for at lest three days. There was a bathroom across the hall from her bedroom, she went in, tossing her clothes on the floor, and started a bath.
It took a while for the bathtub to fill up, and Jamie scratched at her skin, still feeling her father's touch. She could smell his scent on her skin, and could fill the stickiness of his semen on her inner thighs. She thanked every god of every religion that she was on birth control to regulate her period. She didn't have to worry about becoming pregnant with her own father's child, didn't have to worry about being both a sister and mother to a child. The tub finally filled with water and Jamie stepped in, relishing in the burning heat of the water, perhaps she could burn her father's scent off her body.
She scrubbed her body with soap until the skin was raw, paying extra attention to her thighs and the area in between. She washed her hair with the sforcforce, not caring if it would begledgled when it dried. When she was done she rested her head on the edge of the tub, and finally let herself cry. The sobs hurt her throat, but she knew it was better to just cry and get it over with. She didn't know how long she stayed like that, but when she raised her hand it was wrinkled and waterlogged. Jamie stepped out of the bath and let it drain, while she toweled herself dry.
She left her torn clothes in the bathroom, determined to throw them away later, and went into her room. She collapsed on the bed and buried her face in her pillow. "Bryan," she whispered, "I need you now too."
~~~
Bryan leaned his head against the side wall of Jamie's house. He had followed her home, he had hidden in a clump of trees near the hospital and followed her at a distance when she left. When she had entered her house he had crept up to an open window and listened. Now he knew who was hitting her. It was her father, and the bastard was raping her too.
He didn't realize that he was shaking with rage until the cigarette lighter in his hand made a crunching noise. He looked down to see a crack running up one of the plastic sides and the lighter fluid trickling down his hand. He cursed softly and threw the lighter to the ground, wiping his hand on his pants he turned to go. He wished that he could go in there and beat her father into the ground, but he knew that even if he succeeded it would only make more trouble for Jamie.
The feeling of protectiveness scared him a little, he wasn't used to it. He was used to being alone, he was used to being glared at by his family, and he was not used to being some knight in shining armor who's goal in life was to save a maiden in distress. Jamie needed his help but he couldn't save her, not yet.
AN: I\'m sooo sorry this took so long to update. I was having writer\'s block when it came to this fic, it just wasn\'t flowing. But do not fret, my muse is back. I will, however, take a while to update because I\'m going to England where I will have no internet connection. I will plan out the next chapter though.
Reviews:
estelle- I\'m very sorry that this took so long, please forgive me
Jamie squinted as she stepped out into the sun filled street. It was two o' clock in the afternoon and a Sunday, so no cars drove down the small road. It was only a short walk from the hospital to her home so she had declined Nurse Anne's offer to drive her home. She didn't want the nurse to see where she lived anyway. She tried to clear her head as she walked, trying to decide what to tell her father. Father. Her knees buckled at the thought, nearly making her fall to the ground.
How could she explain this too him? He would be angry that she hadn't been there to cook for him. He would probably hit her or even... She stopped that train of thought instantly. She didn't want to think about that. She would figure out what to do when the time came.
She continued to walk, her mind elsewhere. Bryan's face flashed in her mind more than once. She had thanked him once again before leaving the hospital. He had made some off-hand comment and then left the hospital. Nurse Anne had glared after him for a moment before turning back to Jamie, saying something aboryanryan being a real ass. Jamie was sure that was supposed to be a joke but she hadn't been sure.
Jamie's head snapped up as she realized where she was. She stood in front of her house, overgrown grass and weeds made up the lawn, while old paint and broken shutters made up the outside of the house. Jamie took a shaky breath before making her way up the walkway to the front door. She paused for a moment before going in, trying to be as quiet as she could. It was Sunday, and her father didn't work over the weekends.
Perhaps she could just get up the stairs and into her room, she could lock herself in until he began drinking that night. Her father seemed to be an exception to the rules, he was what could be considered a "nice drunk". That made everything else seem worse, however, because he knew exactly what he was doing when he wasn't drunk. She stepped up onto the first stair, thanking the Heavens when it didn't creak. She had gone up another two steps when her father charged into the hallway.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he roared, stomping toward her and grabbing her arm. "Where the fuck were you?" He yelled, pulling her off the stairs and onto the floor next to him. "You have been gone since Friday night, and now you think that you can just come home without being punished. Where were you, dammit, where were you?" He was shaking her violently now, gripping both of her arms as heled led at her.
"I was at the hospital." Jamie said in a whisper, she didn't dare lie to him.
Her father caught a glimpse of her bandage wrist and shook her even harder. "So, you tried to fucking kill yourself did you?" He slammed her against the wall pressing her against it with his body. "Why did you do it Jamie?" He asked, his voice was soft and his right hand was caressing the side of her face. "Don't you like the way Daddy treats you anymore?" Suddenly he threw her to the floor with a force that left her gasping for breath, "You can't leave me yet Jamie, not like you're mommy did."
Jamie's mother had left when Jamie was ten. Her father had gotten his sexual pleasure from prostitutes for five years, before he became tired of spending the money. He had decided that he shouldn't have to pay for sex when he had a fifteen year old girl, that he could fuck for free, living with him. He didn't care that she was his own daughter, she was there, and she looked like his ex-wife.
He kneeled down in front of her, tearing at her clothes, his teeth bared in a feral grin. "I'll show you what happens when try to run away from Daddy." Her clothes now lay scattered around the floor, and he began to remove his own.
Jamie saw the bulge in his pants and looked away, choking back a sob. She would not cry, she would not struggle, because he liked it when she cried, and he liked it when she tried to push him off. She focused on a chip in the light green paint of the walls. She focused everything on the spot of white on the green walls. She tried to block out the feeling of her father pushing into her, and the pain she felt because her bodily fluids were not lubricating her vaginal channel.
He slammed into her again and again, but she refused to make a sound. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she didn't even whimper. Her father became frustrated, and he jabbed one of his elbows hard into her side. A gasp escaped her and her father chuckled darkly. The pain seemed to consume her as her father used her body to pleasure himself. It seemed to go on forever when it was really only a few minutes.
Finally she heard her father grunt, and felt his seed being spilled inside of her. She kept still as he pulled out of her and stood. He readjusted his clothes and looked down at her, she was motionless, staring at the wall.
"Don't ever try to leave me again." her father said softly, "Don't leave Daddy ever again." He turned and walked into the living room, and Jamie heard the TV turn on seconds later.
Jamie tried to hold back her sobs as she gathered her clothes from the floor. She hobbled up the stairs to her room, the pain from in between her legs almost making her scream. The only thing that kept her from collapsing on the floor in a heap was the knowledge that her Father wouldn't touch her again for a few days. He would yell at her, telling her it was her fault, telling her that she was dirty, but he wouldn't touch her again for at lest three days. There was a bathroom across the hall from her bedroom, she went in, tossing her clothes on the floor, and started a bath.
It took a while for the bathtub to fill up, and Jamie scratched at her skin, still feeling her father's touch. She could smell his scent on her skin, and could fill the stickiness of his semen on her inner thighs. She thanked every god of every religion that she was on birth control to regulate her period. She didn't have to worry about becoming pregnant with her own father's child, didn't have to worry about being both a sister and mother to a child. The tub finally filled with water and Jamie stepped in, relishing in the burning heat of the water, perhaps she could burn her father's scent off her body.
She scrubbed her body with soap until the skin was raw, paying extra attention to her thighs and the area in between. She washed her hair with the sforcforce, not caring if it would begledgled when it dried. When she was done she rested her head on the edge of the tub, and finally let herself cry. The sobs hurt her throat, but she knew it was better to just cry and get it over with. She didn't know how long she stayed like that, but when she raised her hand it was wrinkled and waterlogged. Jamie stepped out of the bath and let it drain, while she toweled herself dry.
She left her torn clothes in the bathroom, determined to throw them away later, and went into her room. She collapsed on the bed and buried her face in her pillow. "Bryan," she whispered, "I need you now too."
~~~
Bryan leaned his head against the side wall of Jamie's house. He had followed her home, he had hidden in a clump of trees near the hospital and followed her at a distance when she left. When she had entered her house he had crept up to an open window and listened. Now he knew who was hitting her. It was her father, and the bastard was raping her too.
He didn't realize that he was shaking with rage until the cigarette lighter in his hand made a crunching noise. He looked down to see a crack running up one of the plastic sides and the lighter fluid trickling down his hand. He cursed softly and threw the lighter to the ground, wiping his hand on his pants he turned to go. He wished that he could go in there and beat her father into the ground, but he knew that even if he succeeded it would only make more trouble for Jamie.
The feeling of protectiveness scared him a little, he wasn't used to it. He was used to being alone, he was used to being glared at by his family, and he was not used to being some knight in shining armor who's goal in life was to save a maiden in distress. Jamie needed his help but he couldn't save her, not yet.
AN: I\'m sooo sorry this took so long to update. I was having writer\'s block when it came to this fic, it just wasn\'t flowing. But do not fret, my muse is back. I will, however, take a while to update because I\'m going to England where I will have no internet connection. I will plan out the next chapter though.
Reviews:
estelle- I\'m very sorry that this took so long, please forgive me