Warning: Graphic Violence, Sexual Scenes, Intercourse, Incest, Murder, Language... all the good stuff

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He walked towards me, slowly and almost painfully. Every step seemed like it took him a life time, and every time his foot hit the ground my heart pounded in my chest.

Tears ran down my face as she screamed inside. It felt like my face was being cut open, as I kept manipulating it because of my fear, hatred, and pain.

"Get away from me!" I screamed.

I could see that Mark was in no position to move or try and help me. He had fainted, tied to the pole, still gasping for air and his face cringed.

My father then reached me, his hand grazed the side of my check, softly rubbing it.

"Your skin is so fragile, and so soft. You're still pure to your brother, even though you're just a whore. Do you know he'd do anything for your skanky ass? Well princess, he tried to defy my rule over your body and see what happened to him? Don't struggle, it'll ease the pain, and make me want to rape you less." He smirked.

"I know, when you die, something worse will happen to you then has ever happened to me and my brother.... Because me and Mark are good people, even if some bad things have happened to us because of you. So fuck you!"

He looked at me, evil in his eyes burning like the fires of hell. I knew he wanted to cut me, get rid of me now, never deal with me again. But that would've been to simple and to painless for me. He wanted me to suffer for what I said.

"And now girl, what? What may I ask is your fucking little cock sucking ass going to do? Are you going to run? Well how the fuck will you do that? You're tied to the damn pole! LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE!"

"I'm not a slut.." I whispered.

"What?!" he asked quietly.

"I AM NOT A SLUT!" I shouted at that point and it was so loud and powerful that he almost fell back.

He stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to say maybe. I had hoped I stumped him enough so he would have to thing, but then I also wished he would just rape me and get it over with.

I was worried, worried about Mark, about Jason and my little sister. Where had they gone? What happened to them? I hoped they were alright.

"Well?" I asked.

"You little whore, don't play your cock-shit ideas on me!" he screamed and smacked me across my face. "Fuck you."

My head had been snapped to the side from his hit, and I dared not look back at him, in fear of another. Instead I had my face positioned to look towards the ground, although my eyes were closed.

Maybe if, I never opened them, and they stayed closed forever, I would open them one day and it'll all be a nightmere, mom would never have died, and we would never be this broken up.

Suddenly I fell out of my body and back into the past. I was standing in my kitchen, only when it was furnished, almost 6 years ago, when I was only a small child.

I could hear my father yelling, yelling at my mother outside but I paid no attention, I looked towards the doors, knowing what day this was exactly. This day left a footprint in my like.

Suddenly I ran through the door into the kitchen, but it was me as a child, and I was standing there, looking at the child form of me though obviously the child couldn't see me.

I had a bird on my shoulder, it was a cockatiel named Rainbow. She was the only one I talked to because no one else, but mother, seemed to listen. But mother was always getting beat or being yelled at by my father.

I pet Rainbow and she purred like a kitten. I sat down at the kitchen table, just petting my bird, when my dad ran in with my mom. I then got up and ran out of the room.

He noticed me and strutted into the other room, leaving my mother to fall on her knees crying with her hands covering her face.

Then I saw myself run in, screaming, my dad was behind me, grabbing my neck. Then he turned me around, and the door was still open from when he opened it. I could see directly into the living room and my bird was flying towards me.

Then my father slammed the door, just as my bird was about to pass, and all I heard was a soft squeak and then silence, only my mothers sobs. I could see my birds head, just stuck in the door, motionless.

My father dropped hold of me once again and grabbed my mother.

"We still need to talk you whore..." as he trailed off in yelling I stood there, motionless.

I had known what happened, though I didn't want to believe it. I tried to move but my body was stiff. Then I screamed at myself in my head "MOVE, MOVE MEGAN!" I said over and over again.

Then I finally took a step, towards the door. I slowly pushed it towards the living room, as it was a swinging door, and Rainbow's head dropped from the door, which there was blood now running down. And then his body fell in back of the door.

I heard the kitchen door open, and someone hugged me tightly and cuddled me. I fell to my knees, still emotionless and empty. Arms clutched at me, still telling me it was ok.

Then I felt the pain well up in my eyes and I burst into tears as the arms wrapped around me. I turned and could barely make out from the tears that it was Mark.

I remember this all from a child, and there I was, standing there watching, now as an older teen. There was nothing more amazing in my life then losing my best bird-type friend.

Mark rocked me back and forth, cuddled me, pet my head, and I could feel tears welling in my eyes just from watching him and I.

The vision that I had then went white, and nothing was seen.

I re-awoke and could see the sand and dirt floor of my barn. My father was standing in the exact same place he had been standing when I fell asleep or passed out. I was only gone for a second, but it seems like a lifetime.

"Are you ready?" he asked, showing no concern for me what so ever.

"Go fuck yourself," I said proudly.

"No, I think I'll fuck you instead!" he whispered and then he came up to me.

He clamped his hands down around my wrists and he kissed my lips, then bit them until they were bleeding...