Chapter 1
Mom am sorry I didn't mean... but before I could get the last word out the stinging feeling of her hands meeting my face could be felt before I even registered she had slapped me,."how many times do I have to tell you that your father does not want cheese on his pasta now he's going to be pissed throw it away and make it again", she glared.
It has always been like this ever since I was born. my mother's constant hatred of me her constantly stating how she wished she had aborted me when she had the chance. my father never wanted kids so when he found out that my mother was pregnant with me he was adamant that she get rid of me. that he never wanted kids but my mother and father was in a time of their life that their relationship was at a breaking point. and she thought having me would change his mind boy was she wrong the minute I was born my father looked at me with disgust he cared little about my needs or my accomplishmentents.
I could remember the time I broke his favorite cigarette tray. I could hear his angry voice through the house, "Ruby were is that little slut of a daughter of yours she's done it now",. as he holds the pieces of his broken cigarette tray in his hands, " when I get my hands on her",. he seethes as he stormed around the house looking for me little did he know I was in the last place he could of thought of. as I watch him through the crack in the basement floor.
but I wouldn't escape this day unscathed. that night as I snuck back up to my room he was waiting for me, " their you our you little good for nothing",. let's just say that was a night I wouldn't forget considering I couldn't show my face at school for a week. With a sigh I began to throw away the pasta and began preparing a new dish before my father got off from work. my mother decided to do what she does best and indulge in her afternoon beer as she lay slumped on the couch. just as dinner was finishing up the unmistakable sound of my fathers rusty old truck pulling up in the driveway could be heard,.
" Am..an..da",my mother slurred "get your fathers dinner ready can't you hear he's home",. with no response I began setting the table just as my father entered the house,. ugh! This house is a mess what the fuck have you too been doing while I was at work",. he began to shout as he looked at my mother on the couch who had already passed out the minute he had entered the house,. "is my dinner at least ready amanda", as he eyed me from across the room,. " yes it's already on the table", as I point to the now set dining room table, good now get out of my sight you and your alcoholic mother our both disgrace. sometimes I wonder why am still with her he grumbled. as he sat at the table and began to eat I took that opportunity to make myself scares as I head up to my room and lock the door.
I don't know what I did to deserve this tipe of life. what God did I pissed off to deserve these type of parents as I made my way towards my bed. which was nothing more than a moldy mattress splayed on the floor. my room was nothing special with one window facing the Ali and a bathroom that consists of one toilet and a small tub only big enough to dip my toe in. what a life I sure have but I told myself someday I will leave here and never look back.
the sound of the door jiggling startled me out of my thoughts. just as my father's deep voice could be heard on the other side,". Amanda open this fucking door right now you know the rules.", as the door began to jiggle more fearsly I could only stear incomplete terror. I know what that means especially when he took the opportunity when mom was asleep or pass out. as he continuously banged and jiggled the door, "open the fucking door!",he screamed. with a sigh I began to walk towards the door knowing what was about to happen. the minute I open it just as the door was unlocked it swung open hitting the wall with a defining bang. as my father stood their fuming, “you know what I want take your clothes off and get on the bed I want your ass in the air now",with a sight. I reluctantly did as I was told knowing the consequences of refusing him. as I began to strip once I was completely naked I made my way to my filthy mattress and assume the position he seems to like me in,. “mmm yes spread that pretty pussy for your daddy", he stated. as I heard the oh! so familiar sound of pants zipper being loose as he made his way towards me.
I could hear the thud of his knees hitting the mattress behind me as he aligned his cock with my entrance and thrust forward. not caring if I was in pain or if I was ready yet as he began to pound into me from behind. the sound of our skin slapping and his groans could be heard through out the room. as I just laid their and took it dreaming of the day I would finally escape this hell hole of a life.
