Beta's mate

trigger warning: abuse and attempted rape

Dad was at the bar again, and I was stuck at home, alone, praying he didn't come home drunk and angry like he always did anymore. I always got the brunt end of that anger. I don't think I can take another beating, last time was brutal, I wound up in the hospital. I told them I got jumped by a group of thugs but I didn't get a good look at them. I know if I told them the truth when I got out of here, if you wasn't in jail, then I would probably wind up back in here if he didn't kill me first. This was two weeks ago and I just got home early this morning, in a cab of course. I came home to him sitting on the couch, beer in hand he looked up when I came in.

"Where the hell have you been? you desert me for 2 weeks then you think you can just show back up here and I'll just let you back in my house!" I stand there stand, I can't believe he just said that to me. For now I have to do what I have to even though it makes me sick to even think about it.

"I'm sorry, please let me back in and I'll make you some supper." I close my eyes and pray that he'll let me in because I know he hasn't eaten since I've been gone. Ever since I was 5 years old and mom walked out on us I have been taking care of my father. Things weren't so hard back then we were both devastated when she left. How could she just walk out on us like that without a word? He started drinking about a month later and that's when things started going downhill. I was 10 the first time he beat me, I don't even know what I did wrong. He came home early in the morning from the bar, he came barging into my room scaring the crap out of me and just proceeded to wear on me. Shaking from my revelry I realized he was saying something to me.

"... Just like your mother, the stupid BITCH!, If you ever leave me again I'll kill you!"

"Yes daddy" I say, then I go into my room to put everything away, I jump into the shower grateful for the welcome to eat, stepping out of the shower I feel human again, all I got in the hospital was sponge baths. I got dressed and went down to the kitchen to see what I could make for supper but there really wasn't anything to eat but we were stopped up on alcohol. Great! I was going to have to go shopping, the problem was that I would have to ask my dad for money to get some food in the house, I really didn't know what to expect, it was 10:00 a.m. and he had already had at least eight beers. I found him in his office working on something on the computer with a beer sitting next to him, of course.

"Dad?" I asked cautiously.

"WHAT!" He snapped, I flinched at the tone.

"Umm... CanIgetsomemoneytogetsomefoodtomakesupper?" I asked in one breath. He glares at me but he actually gave me the money which surprised me.

"I'll be going out later" he States as I take the money from him.

"Okay, will you be home for supper?" I asked.

"None of your business is nosy little bitch!" At that I turned from him and headed to the store, I got frozen pizza and potato chips not knowing for sure if he'll be home. To my surprise he was but shortly after he was out the door. Up in my room I just prayed that he wasn't going to come home tonight, it wouldn't be the first time he's left me home alone for more than a day and I hope tonight would be one of those nights but of course I couldn't be so lucky. The door slam shut and I knew I was in for it, I pretended I was asleep when he came into my room. I could hear him breathing and I could smell the alcohol rolling off of him, the mattress dipped as he sat at the foot of the bed. I have a perfectly still when I felt his hand resting on my leg, my muscles constricted and I held my breath. He takes my blanket off of me and replaces his hand back on my leg.

"Airiannah?" As he talks I can feel his hand sliding closer and closer to my crotch. GOD! This can't be happening I say to myself, God please help me, but my body betrays me, my whole body tense up and now he was grabbing me and rolling me over.

"I knew you were awake you little slut!" He's bad at me, once he had me over. He then threw himself on top of me and proceeded to kiss me.

"Dad don't! Get off please!" He slapped me

"don't you ever tell me what to do!" He yelled then tore my shirt off of me and assaulted my breasts.

"NO! STOP PLEASE!"

"Shut up you little bitch!"he said as he tries to force my shorts down. God please don't let this be happening!

"Dad, stop please!" I beg, he strikes me again.

"I said don't tell me what to do!” he said through gritted teeth. I start struggling, wiggling, trying to get out from under him when he punches me in the stomach knocking the wind out of me. While I'm lying there trying to catch my breath he manages to get my shorts off, and by the time I can breathe again, he's got his clothes off too. I open my eyes and see him hovering over me I felt his knee slide between my legs to push them apart and that's when everything inside of me snapped, all those years of him beating me for nothing, I never had to do anything for him to beat the shit out of me and now, now he's trying to take away from me the one thing that was mine and mine alone to give to whomever I choose, I will not allow him to steal this away from me. As he tries to force his knees between my legs I clamp them shut and keep trying to get away, as I do this I look around trying to find something I can hit him with to get him off of me, when you raised off of me I snatched the Little League trophy off my bedside table and clocked him over the head with it and scrambled out from under him. He slowly stood with blood running down the side of his head.

"YOU BITCH!" He do that me and I skated out of the way, looking for another weapon I spot a letter opener on my desk and snatched it up just in time to move out of the way, but at the same time I swung my arm down and jab the letter opener into his back as he screamed in pain but I don't waste any time he's on his knees trying to pull the letter opener out of his back. I dive in and yank it out as ruthlessly as I can and by this time I'm out of my mind as I repeatedly ran the letter opener into his body. After what seems like hours but it's only been a few minutes I slowly stand up as reality starts to settle back in. With tears streaming down my face I stare blankly at my blood-soaked hands shaking as I realize what I just did. OMG! I just killed him, with his blood all over me I get dressed in a daze.

"What do I do? God what do I do?" I asked myself but the only logical thing I can think of is to run. I grab my keys and run out of the house, but where to go? Then it hits me the only place where no one would even think to look for me... The Everglades they were practically in my backyard but everyone thought they were haunted if they were I didn't care, not now, I just had to hide, so I dashed into the forest and swamp running, running and never looking back.

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