The Alpha's unfortunate mate.

Chapter 2 - Stop please

Chapter 2 

“Hi dad, sorry I was near your boat. I just needed a small piece of fishing line for my art project.” I said nervously.

My heart beating from the fright of getting pulled back suddenly.

“Shut up you bitch.” Said my dad.

My dad grabbed my hair and started dragging me to the house.

“Dad please.” I cried.

“Shut up you whore.” Dad snapped.

I sobbed as quietly as possible and tried escaping his grip. Dad dragged me inside the house but when he dragged me upstairs and past my room I really started getting scared.

“Dad my room is back there!” I cried out loud.

Dad dragged me to his room and threw me inside it. I noticed him lock the door.

“Dad your not thinking clearly, it is the alcohol. Stop this now please.” I tried reasoning.

Dad slapped me hard across the face that it knocked me onto the floor.

“Shut up you whore.” Dad said aggressively.

I cried and tried crawling away. But he grabbed my neck and started to choke me. I tried to speak but no words came out. Dad had thrown me onto his bed. I was free from his hands for a moment so I tried to speak.

“Dad please.” I sobbed hard.

Dad pinned my hands above me with one of his hands. He forced my legs apart with the other. Is this the worst night of my life? Yes. I am losing my virginity to my father who hates me and no one can help. I hate my life. I wish I was anywhere but here but I can’t because of Mark and Alicia. Dad hit me when I managed to wiggle my arm free from his grip and after I tried pushing him off. But before I passed out, I felt him continue to enter me again and again.

“Dad why?” I asked him while crying.

“Shut up you whore.” Dad answered.

Then the final blow which lead me to be passed out.

This is just the beginning.

When I awoke I was naked and on the yard out back. There was glass around me and on the grass around me. I slowly looked up and there was a broken window which the window belonging to dads room. I saw bruising on my thighs and wrists. I tried to stand but I struggled to. I realized that is wasn’t early in the morning. I needed to go to the police. Then I thought to myself, screw that I need a hospital. I managed to crawl to the back step and slowly push off the ground. When I finally stood up I leaned on the wall and slowly walked inside. Once I got inside I saw that there was dirty dishes in the sink and the kids school stuff was gone. Did they get a lift to school from the neighbor? I couldn’t help but wonder.

I reached the phone and started to call the ambulance but then the line went dead. I looked around but didn’t see anyone so I hung the phone up and tried again. There was no dial tone.

“Get dressed you w***e!” shouted my dad.

I jumped and was startled by the sudden voice.

“Dad? Your home?” I said.

I was panicked and scared. Last night replayed in my mind.

“Get dressed you w***e! You need to get to school!” Shouted my dad as he threw a vase at my head.

“Sorry dad I am just about to do that. I fell out of the window last night.” I explained.

Fell, huh more like he pushed me out when he was drunk and forgot to open the damn window.

“Just go!” dad shouted.

I walked as quickly as I could to the stairs and then climbed them as fast as I could. I grabbed some spare clothes from my drawer and quickly ran to the shower. I washed my blood away and then it dawned on me. I sat on my bed in my underwear. I realized I can’t tell anyone about what just happened. If they believed me, then we would be put in foster care and separated. If they didn’t believe me then dad would hear about it and it would get much worse for us. I decided to not tell anyone and try to stay out of dads way. I put on a dress and used make up to cover up my bruises with a lot of my mom's old make up she left behind. I then decided to put my hair into a big messy bun. I grabbed my stash of money from doing neighbours gardening and yard work then took off to the shops.