Sapphire

Big mistake

Helena

I don't know how long I've been down here. This is the longest I've been awake since it happened. My father came down here a few times. He would just stand over me. Watching. Sometimes I'd hear him muttering to himself but I could never make out what he was saying through the brain fog.

This time when he came down I pretended to be asleep. I didn't know what would happen if he knew I was awake and as far as I know he hasn't touched me. I could feel him close to me but not touching me. I didn't know what he was doing as I laid there fear and anxiety trying to take over my body. I felt his hand on my leg and had to choke back the whimper that tried to escape. As he rubbed his hand up and down my leg, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Then he placed his hand on my breast and gave it a little squeeze. Nausea was rolling inside of me as he laid there playing with my body like I wasn't a real person. Has he been doing this to me the whole time I've been out of it. How long have I been down here? My thoughts were quickly reigned in when I felt him shift behind me. I wanted to get up and run. I wanted to scream for him to get away from me. He pressed his hard d**k up against my ass. Slowly pushing the head between my cheeks in and out, careful not to go too far and penetrate me. After a few minutes of this. He began to jackoff with the head of his p***s still between my cheeks. I could hear as his breathing became ragged and with a low growl he released.

A tear slipped from my eye unnoticed as he stayed there whispering about how perfect I am and how when the time was right I would be his forever. Before he got up, he placed light kisses on my hips and legs. Then he was gone. I laid there in that wet, damp prison and cried silently. Everywhere I go is a prison.

Laying there I remembered the one time I tried to get help, to make all this stop. I went to the office and told the counselor what was going on at home.

“My mommy hits me and says I'm a w***e and daddy sneaks in my bed at night and touches me and I told him to stop and he doesn't” I said shakily through tears to the lady behind the big desk. She ushered me into an office and gave me a tissue.

“Ok, take a deep breath and tell me what's going on? She spoke like she really cared and she made me feel safe for the first time in a long time.

When I was done rambling the whole thing to her, she told me to wait right there and she left. I could feel the fear and dread growing as I waited for the nice lady to come back. I was on the verge of panic when she walked back in with the principal. The principal was a tall, athletic looking woman like she must've definitely played a sport or lifted weights. Her face didn't look as kind and when she spoke to me, it felt like her words were daggers stabbing into my ears.

Never taking her eyes off me as she stalked into the office, with a neutral uncaring tone she dismissed the nice lady. “You can leave now Natalie, I'll deal with this.”

“Please don't leave. Please! Please don't leave!” I begged as she turned her head and walked out the door.

I was shaking as the fear and regret took over my body. Still eyeing me like I was her prey waiting for me to get away so she could pounce and dig her claws into my flesh, she called my mother.

“Hello, Daryia? It's Dani, you and Charles need to come to the school. Seems your daughter has quite the imagination.” She said that last part through leering eyes. “Got one of our staff members all worked up didn't you, you little liar?” She spat. “Mhm see you soon.”

“Should've kept your ungrateful little mouth shut. You should be lucky anyone wanted to even adopt you.” She stood up and stalked towards me. “Now I have to transfer Natalie and find a replacement, just when I was just starting to like her.” She said, poking her boney finger painfully into my forehead with her last words. Tears streaming down my face, I didn't dare make a sound. If living with my parents taught me anything it was that any protest, cry, or whimper from me was just fuel to their fire and everything always got worse.

I don't know how much time had passed with her staring at me. I could feel her eyes on me but I refused to look up. I just sat there with my hands folded in my lap shedding quiet tears in anticipation for what was to come. Then I heard her, my mother. Her voice was sweet as honey. It reminded me of how she was before, when she was nice. When she was my mom and not just… Mother. Upon hearing my mother's voice Principal Dani walked briskly to the door to greet my parents. When the door closed my father's eyes burned holes in the side of my face. From the corner of my eye I could see my mother hugging that woman. More tears streamed down my face as I longed for a loving hug and to escape the punishment I knew I was in for. They embraced for a long moment. Dani was holding her possessively and with passion with one arm around her waist and the other in her hair. When they finally let each other loose my mother's soft features hardened as she looked over at me. She practically flew at me, closing the distance quickly. She grabbed me by my hair and yanked back hard pulling my head up so my eyes met hers and slapped me hard across the face. The taste of blood in my mouth making me nauseous, she then grabbed my face tight between her fingers. Nails digging into my cheeks, she leaned in close “Big mistake" she hissed. “Big mistake.” She slapped me hard across the face again, letting go of my hair. Walking back over to Daryia she reached her arms out for another embrace. They hugged for a brief moment then she turned to my father. “Get your w***e, Charles.”

He picked me up carrying me so my face was covered. As we were walking out the door, my father was rubbing soothing circles on my back. If it had been anyone else and I was going anywhere else, it might have actually worked.

As soon as we walked through the door, I tried to run. She caught me by my hair pulling it so hard I fell backwards to the floor. Then she dragged me by my hair across the floor to a more open space. She walked away to the kitchen and after a few slammed cabinet doors and some incoherent muttering she returned with a drink. She took a large gulp, slammed down the glass and kicked me in my ribs. Then she pulled me up by my hair so that I was standing. She tilted my chin up so I was looking at her then she slapped me hard across the face.

“You are the most expensive mistake I've ever made.” She said as she turned my face again to face hers with her nails digging into my jaw. “You are nothing, you know that? No. No. You are less than nothing, because not even your real mommy and daddy wanted you” she chuckled. “Nobody wants you. If we didn't spend our life savings on your defective ass, I'd have thrown you in the garbage a long time ago. Now, now you are just an expensive, ungrateful, ugly punching bag and there's nothing you can do about it. No one can save you.” She laughs. “And why would they want to? Look at you. You're a pathetic whore.” She glared at me for a moment, punched me in my stomach, and went to refill her drink. When she came back into the room this time she wasted no time with her drink before she started kicking, slapping, and punching me.

When I woke up, I was alone in my room on the floor. Hurt, bleeding, and dizzy. She must've hit me hard in the head again and I passed out. I laid there for a few minutes letting the tears escape my swollen eyes before getting up slowly, using the bed to brace myself. The clock next to my bed said it was a little after midnight. Mother is not usually around at this time so I tiptoed as quietly as I could to the bathroom to clean myself up. I turned the water on so it was quiet and I grabbed my rag and began wiping myself down as best as I could. It was probably a good thing I was too short to see my reflection in the mirror. If I looked how I felt, it was definitely not going to be good. As I stood there trying to quickly clean myself I noticed bruising that looked like finger and handprints on my inner thighs and there was blood there as well. I let out an audible hiss as I wiped between my legs, surprised by the pain that emanated there from my touch. As I cleaned myself extra hard with the realization that he had his way with my unconscious body, I could not stop the tears from flowing or the soft whimpers that escaped me as I overscrubbed my already ruined v****a.