Fan Fiction ❯ Touch Me ❯ Touch Me ( Chapter 1 )

Alex breathed in a sighed cry, her tears staining the carpet. He ran his hand up her inner thigh pushing her skirt up.

"You know not to scream." He smiled, crooked teeth and horrible breath casscading over her. "It won't do any good."

Alex wiggled a little trying to scoot away from his harsh hands. She wondered what had started this. He said her mother wouldn't fuck him and he couldn't get a prostitute becuase of house arrest. That only left her.

He held her hands above her head and pulled at her blouse with his teeth.

"Please stop," her sighs were not those of pleasure like making love should be, but of terror. "You could go to jail. I'm only twelve."

"Don't talk or I'll sew your mouth shut again." He moved one of his hands and reached for his pants.

Alex shivered as she heard the familiar sound of a zipper and started crying even worse, the tears mixing with her hair, making it stick to her face.

He ripped her underwear down and violently shoved himself inside her, making her scream in pain and panic. She felt a sharp sting on her cheek as a burning feeling came in the shape of a hand.

"I told you not to scream." Pushing harder and harder all she could do was cy and wait, turn herself off to the world. It wasn't short, like they always say it is but long enough to make her numb all over.

She could feel the carpet making rug burns along her back. He slowly lifted himself out and up, zipping up his pants.

"Good girl." He patted her on the head. "Go get dressed." As he walked out of the room a giant wad of spit hit her in the face.

Alex ran to the bathroom and took a shower, trying to wash away the memories and put on a robe, tugging at the rope that held it together. She looked at her face in the mirror, scratched, bruised, and wet with tears.

She had decided. This would be the last time he would ever touch her. It would be the last time anyone touched her. She looked in the mirror cabinet and found the family's different medications, smiling she poured them out in her hand. Suicide was one thing she had never really considered but it seemed the best way to rid herself of this.

"Make me dinner you little brat!" She heard him scream from the other room. A smile tickled across her face as she left the bathroom in nothing but a robe. The food didn't take long to cook, just something simple enough that he couldn't taste the crushed up pills.

Alex carried the tray out to him and sat it down next to his chair. He grabbed her hand and yanked her onto his lap. She could feel him through the robe and his jeans, hard, again.

"This had better be good. I need energy after this." He smiled and rubbed his hand over her breast, pushing her up with his other hand so he could get his food.

She smiled and backed into the hallway, listening to the medication quickly taking affect on his system. With as much medication as she had put in, hearing his throat collapse, his hands reaching but not finding help. There was no phone. Not enough money to pay for the trivial things that could save her, or him for that matter.

He would never touch her again. Never.