DENALI

If eleven plus two equals one, what does nine plus five equal?

*Returning home*

I was following where my feet took me when I realize I was "home". I felt the familiar sting of a slap on my cheek

"Where the f**k have you been all day? Wait, let me guess, you've been slutting around haven't you?" Mother questioned. 

I look to Father and see him staring at me, daring me to say yes, I flinch and look down.

"Answer me b***h!"

"N-no ma'am."

"Then why weren't you here with the food ready? And why the f**k is the house a mess?"

I prepare myself for what's next. The beating started. First it was a slap, followed by a punch in the stomach. That hit knocked me to my knees, which is when the kicks started coming. First kick was to my face, then in my stomach, then in my ribs and so on. This kept on for about 15 minutes when there was a pause. Im glad, it gave me time to ignore the pain and  focus on keeping my friends from coming out.

"Mom, be careful. We don't want her to pass out before doing her chores and cooking us our dinner." Brother interjects, looking at me in disgust. Mother stops then looks at me, she walks away. Not before spitting on me and demanding I start. "Don't forget to wash the blood off the floor you worthless bitch."

"Yes ma'am." With that I start my chores. First I start by cleaning, then dinner. For them, I always have to cook the best. So I started preparations for a Chinese cuisine known as 'Hotpot'.

"How long are you gonna f*****g take?" Father walked in and questioned angrily. He walked up and inspected the food. When he was satisfied with the look, I could feel him looking at me sideways. Not the kind where it's mean. No, it was the kind where he was basically undressing me with his eyes. I stood still with my eyes shut tightly. Uncomfortable. He touched my shoulder and I flinched. "Don't you need your eyes open to cook?" He asked into my ear. A disgusted type shiver went through my body. I wanted to run. I wanted to tell him to take his hands off me. I wanted to cry. I wanted to let my friends loose but in this world. Nothing ever goes my way.

He forced me to look at him, "keep cooking bitch."

"Y-yes sir." I tried my best to ignore his hands roaming my body, but I couldn't. It felt like I was going to puke, but I had to endure. Otherwise... Otherwise the consequences would be far worse. As I poured the broth he touched my kitty which made me jump and spill the broth a little. He slapped me, "b***h! You just wasted good food. For that you'll be punished." As he said the last sentence I could hear him unbuckle his pants belt. 

I tried to crawl away but he got a handful of my hair. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked as tears were falling down my cheeks. He pulled back my hair harder. I yelled, "Mother! Brother! Please! Help!" but no one came. I knew no one would. Not when Father no doubt locked the doors. He tore my clothes off. Pushed my head down with my hands in a tight grip behind my back, looking at my body, his eyes full of lust. "Father, please stop." He laughed. "Stop? Why?" I cried, "I-im your daughter." He stopped laughing immediately. "Daughter? I don't have a daughter." As he finished the sentence he positioned himself and thrust forward. I screamed. "Someone! Please! Anyone! Help me! Please!" He laughed. "No one's gonna come for you. Not only is every room soundproof, the door locks are custom made. So no one can enter this room without me unlocking it." I looked into his eyes. They were full of lust and something I couldn't quite make out. "Anyone... please..." I cried and begged, till my mouth no longer produced a sound and tears were non existent. 

That was when the door broke down.