His Sweet Red

Cassandra Michael opened the front door as quietly as she could, making sure that the squeak of the rusty hinges was not there. She knew Ronnie, her adopted father, will be home by now and will be angry she was late. She wanted to get in as unnoticed as possible and start on his dinner. It was not her fault that their teacher had detained the class to punish them for unfinished assignments. And it didn't help that Ronnie decided to come home early that day. Her stomach started knotting when she saw his car parked outside and she knew she was in trouble. She tiptoed into the house as quietly as she could knowing that Ronnie was probably drunk and dozing on his favorite chair. And she was right, there he was snoring with empty bottles around him and a half-full one in hand. Her heart was beating so fast and hard she felt she might throw up. If she could only get past him and into the kitchen without waking him she would be home free. It was not like this in the beginning, her parents and brother died in a car crash when she was eleven. She was put into a children's home when she had recovered and they had not found any living relatives. Fortunately for her, she was adopted right away by Ronald and Carla Michael. They had appeared to be a loving couple who wanted a sweet little girl to call their own. Loving indeed, Carla needed a maid and Ronnie was a shady character who could hide behind a suit. Things were hard but at least she was not abused. She was fed and clothed, she just had to work for it. Carla was a lazy snob while Ronnie was into some illegal business Cassie never asked about. It all went south when Carla passed away and Ronnie started drinking more and doing drugs. Since she had nowhere else to go she was there to endure the brunt of Ronnie's anger. The abuse started slowly, at first it was a shove, then it was a slap lately it was punches and kicks on her body but never her face. He was clever enough to hit where she could cover so that no one suspected. He would hit her for the most stupid reasons. For example yesterday she put too much salt in his food and also slightly burnt the steak. He punched her in the stomach and kicked her in the ribs where she could hide with clothes. Ronnie beat her for the slightest mistakes and sometimes when he was in a foul mood. She was his punching bag. What kept her holding on was that she had to just finish her senior year then she was legally able to leave this dump. It pushed her to work harder at school. For six long and painful years, she stayed with them enduring whatever they threw at her. " So you thought you could sneak in?" Ronnie's voice broke into her thoughts causing her to freeze mid-step. He was right behind her at the bottom step. Cassie kept quiet and bowed her head. She knew better not to answer, that would get her beaten. "Where were you?" when she kept quiet again Ronnie got closer grabbed her collar attempted to lift her. "Answer me you stupid brat," he shouted in her face spraying her with spit and the stench of alcohol. "We got delayed at school by the teacher," she stuttered out. She could tell today he was in the worst mood she had ever seen. Fear trickled from every pore on her body. "Lies!" Ronnie roar in her face. "You think I don't know you have been meeting up with boys you little b***h," he sneered then backhanded her and she fell on the floor. He looked like a raging bull, breathing heavily and his red-rimmed eyes looking like a deranged man. "No I swear I was at school," Cassie said touching her stinging cheek. Her lip was bleeding but she refused to cry knowing it will make him angrier. " You think I haven't been noticing you wearing tighter and smaller clothes? Turning into a little slut huh?" Ronnie snarled as he walked to her like a predator approaching its prey. " You have been busy opening your legs for boys haven't you?" "No sir I swear, I was at school," Cassie denied as she used her hand to push herself further from him. It was true her clothes were tighter and smaller but it was expected when she was wearing the clothes she got when Carla was still alive. "Are you calling me a liar you little ungrateful w***e?" Ronnie sneered and stalked to a whimpering Cassie who was pushing herself away from him. He brought his foot on her ankle and a c***k sounded. Cassie could not hold it in anymore she screamed in pain tears falling now. But it did not stop nor faze Ronnie he just have her a malicious grin. He had never been this aggressive before. "You want to be a little w***e and play with boys huh. Well, I think I should punish you for that in a way you would love," Ronnie said as he began unbuttoning his trousers. Realizing his intent Cassie started crawling towards the door hoping to get away. Ronnie grabbed her by the injured ankle and dragged her back to him. His trousers were at his ankles and his aroused privates were on display. Cassie struggled and scratched him while cursing at herself for wearing a skirt that was easily torn off her together with her underwear. "Why the struggle I'm just giving you what you want. I promise to be better than those schoolboys that you have had," Ronnie said as he forcefully shoved open her legs and settled between them. Cassie finally managed to scratch his face drawing blood making him roar in anguish. Ronnie grabbed the hand that scratched him and twisted it until it snapped making her howl in pain. He punched her again. "Keep quiet and take it like the little slut you are," He growled out. "Please stop," She begged as she kept on struggling to close her legs and protect her virtue. Ronnie grabbed both her hands in one of his and pinned them above her head. He punched her again this time in the ribs which were already bruised from last night's beating. The pain is too much for her she was finally losing the will to fight knowing there was no way she could win against a grown man. Just as she was about to surrender the door burst open and footsteps thundered in. Ronnie was ripped from her and someone gathered her into their arms. Before she succumbed to the darkness she heard a soft voice cooing her whispering that she was finally safe. She was finally safe and hopefully free from her nightmare. Only then did she let her body finally embrace the darkness.