It all started when I was 14

My mom would usually work the night shift and she would leave me in the house with my little brother and step dad mike.

Mike was not my biological dad ,He had been raising me since I was a baby so I always looked up to him as my father. He was a very short muscular man. He was a hard working man ,but  he was an alcoholic and he had anger issues as well.

My mother would cook me and my brother dinner every night before she left for work and she would gently kiss our forehead.

My mother was a very hard working woman she did everything to make sure me and my little brother had everything we needed ,she also was very loving and caring. My mother was truly my role model and I wanted to be just like her when I got older.

Every night I would sleep in my room with my light off and my door shut.

One night when I was laying down I heard my door crack.

My dad step walked  through my door with a big smile on his face and he walked towards my twin sized bed.  He slowly sat on my bed and gently kisses my forehead, I smiled because he had been doing this since I was a baby.

He looked at me and smiled and said
"Baby girl your becoming a woman now"
"You start high school next week"
"You have grown up to be so beautiful "

I looked at my father and smiled at him and he reached down and gave me another forehead kiss.

Mike:your getting grown now meaning you will now experience new things.

Me: "I know dad "is what I said ,my dad was drunk that night. I knew that because I could smell the reeking scent of alcohol on his breath.

My dad looked at me and smiled reaching down for another kiss but this time on the lips.

I instantly pushed him away because he had never kissed me on the lips before I looked at him very awkwardly with shock.

Mike: What's wrong baby girl?

Me: "nothing I sat there trembling with fear because I didn't know what was happening.

Mike slowly begin to rub my stomach than he went down further and further. I knew what he was doing was not right so I pushed him away from me,but the moment I pushed him away is the moment I saw another man in my fathers eyes.

Mike got very angry and held my two fragile arms together with one  and held my mouth shut with another. He started to slide off my shorts and force his self on top of me.

After everything was over he walked out my room and slammed my door shut.

I sat there crying and screaming ,I had bruises on my risks from how tight he was hold me. I sat there that night in a room full of darkness ,a bed full of blood and a world full of pain that my father had just created.