4

The car ride was awfully quiet, I sat in the passenger seat next to Marco. Him and Alec were fighting before I ended up going home. Alec hated me, I dont know why. I always knew something was wrong, but I didnt let that bother me. I looked out the passenger side window and sighed. Marco stayed silent before deciding to turn the radio on. It was some rap rock song, the kind that was ear piercing, blood coming out your ears horrid. I turned and gave him a disgusted painful glare, my nose was wrinkled as if I smelled dirty socks.

"What? It's good music." Marco laughed, he thought she looked goofy. He shook his head and focused back on the road as I began to speak.

"Good music?" I scoffed and shut the radio off and continued "Good music doesnt make a person cringe and go die in a hole. Just saying" laughing at him.

"So this favor, are you going to help us? I know you don't know us and dont owe us shit, but we need the help and we can help you in return."

"Why me, I mean you could have picked anyone else. And you picked me."

"I'm going to be honest here and you ain't going to like it. You are a easy target. A distraction, someone innocent and could do no wrong, can be taken as a joke. Don't get me wrong you arent any of them but you look the part."

It stung. Because it was true, every part felt true. I had became nothing, nothing to fulfill. It hurt because someone else said it. It hurt because I said it to myself before too. "Its okay, I feel like I'm those anyways." I sighed, I seen he turned on my street. I felt a rush of fear run and circle around throughout my body. I prayed my father wasn't home, he made my life worse. Today was suppose to be a good day, but as we stopped on the side of the street in front of my house I felt like tears were going to fall at any moment. He was home early, and he wasnt alone.

"Want me to come in?" Marco asked, his tone seemed slightly worried. But I couldnt let him see what really happens inside my home. Especially cant have him see my father.

"No, I'm good. Just some family members that came over. I'll see you at school tomorrow and we can talk about that favor. Thank you for the ride."

"Alright See yah" and he turned and sped away. I don't know why I didnt just tell him to help me. He was big, he was strong, but here I was scared. My knees kept knocking together and my body was going numb as I walked up the pathway. I reached for the knob and twisted it open. I seen my father bent down towards the counter sniffing up a line of coke. I walked fully inside and see eight men drinking and watching a football game. Most of them were fit, the other were either fat or chunky. All had a musty smell mixed with alcohol. I turned to my Father, gathering words to speak he fixed himself another line and sniffed before I spoke.

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"Father. I'm home, what would you like to eat? What needs cleaned, how are you feeling today?" I calmly stated, he turned his head and his eyes were bloodshot red and he conjured a wicked grin and showed his disintegrating yellow teeth.

"Hello Daughter." He grabbed my upper arm and dragged me into the livingroom staring at his friends. "This is my daughter Addison, anyone looking for some fun?" Glancing over, a fit man with a scar over his left eye raised his hand. He had a evil smirk, and killer blue eyes.

"Renz let me show her a good time tonight I'll pay you double." My father shook his head and tossed me over to him. The grubby hands touched all over my body and I could still feel every touch like he was still touching me in the same spots. He eventually dragged me up into the guest room and threw me to the floor as he then locked the wooden door.

"Don't touch me pervert!" I kicked and screamed, pulling myself away, clawing at the wooden floor leaving the floor covered in more lines. Two nails had broke, and he was still trying to get to me. He flipped me over, sitting on my stomach holding my arms down.

"Stay still little bitch and quit squirming. This will be fun and quick, you'll learn to enjoy it." His lifted me and tossed me on the bed tying my hands to the bed post, laughing. I kept kicking, I kept fighting. But at the end I always loose. He gripped my pants and ripped them off, taking his left hand he choked me while using his right to guide him into me. I screamed as he penetrated me roughly, barely able to breathe, tears pouring out of my eyes. When he finished, he gripped my cheeks with his left hand grinning.

"I'll be back." He untied me and left me there. I felt disgusted, I tried getting up and felt the pain. I had bled on the bed, ripped the sheets, and destroyed the floor all for nothing. I was never going to be safe. I ran to the shower and ripped my clothes off, turning the burning hot water. I let it burn my skin, I let it wash away his touch. I took my scrub and rubbed layers of skin off, til I was numb. Sliding down the shower wall, I continued back to screaming and crying. How could a father do this to his own child, one who loved and took care of him?

It's because in every cliche story, she happened to look like her mother. The very same one who left her father and her, and made a new family. The very same mother her broke my father's heart, and mine. Leaving me here, knowing what's going on. She was no mother, and he was no father to me anymore. I was nothing, will never be anything, and most definitely didn't belong here

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