Author: J.S.Meeds PM
(one-shot) She isn't pregnant. But her parents are convinced she is. What her father does next is far from horrible. It's just plain cruel. (mature themes)Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 401 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-01-06 - id: 2240170
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A/N: Be careful. this story i wrote made me cry when i was writing it. I had to take a break because it was so sad and twisted.
Mom and dad think I'm was pregnant because I spent the night at my boyfriends house.
They vowed to make me take a pregnancy test. I told them I wouldn't.
Im a virgin. A fucking virgin. I tried to tell them that, pleaded, clawed, hoping they'd see the truth I was spilling forth. But they didn't.
They never do.
He walks to the edge of my bed, standing over me.
"You're a virgin, huh? And you aren't pregnant?" He asks with a grin I found unnerving.
"Yes dad, I've told you already."
With that he holds me down, climbs on me and begins to kiss my neck. I flail my arms, feeling the weight of his powerful body pressing on me. I'm confused, yet know what will happen. I shout, thrashing myself to escape his tightening grip. I can't breathe. My throat closes, my mind twists in pain and terror. He strips me, then himself, all the while a sock is shoved deep into my convulsing throat.
I cry, tears falling.
Finally I go limp, letting dad enter me, violate me, destroy me.
I must be dead.
It comes out positive.
I walk out of the bathroom, holding the stick in my quaking hands, tears welling in my eyes. I know what I'm carrying. I know.
Dad snatches it from my loose grip.
"Get out, you slut." He whispers, and mom nods, a scowl written on her pale features.
"We knew you slept with that dirty boy. Get out!"
I do as I'm ordered.
I'm carrying a child that was not my intention. I'm carrying a child that's not my fault. I'm carrying a child due to rape.
Rape by my own father.