User:KatTravesty

Daddy Loves You. It's three a.m. I'm a 6 year old girl. I walk into my parents room to escape the nightmares from what happened the night before, that's happened every night for the past two years so far. I walk in "Momma?" I whisper. "Shh." He whispers. Oh God he's awake, not again. I try to leave, but the door squeaks. "Stop trying to run you'll wake your mom us, she has to work at 3:00 this morning." He whispers sternly. "You walked in here, now you'll sleep in here." He says. I curl up really. Close to my mom. "Come lay by daddy." He said. "Or I'll tell mommy what you made me do last night." I obeyed, I didn't what my mom mad at me. I stayed as close to my mom as I could, she left that morning, and I was still awake and he knew, I hoped if I pretended to stay asleep, he'd leave me alone. Nope he shook me until I "woke up". "Daddy, I'm sleeping." I said in my best sleepy voice trying not to cry. "No you're not you little bitch, now come here." He said dragging me down to the end of the bed, I expected the usual, I touch him, he touched me, then I would walk back to my room in shame and cry myself to sleep, but it was different. He unzipped my pants, pulled down my Ariel panties, and unzipped his own pants, and took down his boxers, "Now don't scream or it'll hurt worse." He told me, I was used to that saying, but this time it was different, his eyes were wild. What was going on?" He ripped apart my legs scooted me down so that only my little butt was barely on the bed, he got down on his knees, and shoved himself inside me. I screamed, I hit him, I kicked, by it only got worse, he only did it harder and harder, I started hitting myself, scratching myself, then he held my arms down, I struggled, and suffered and cried, "I hate you I screamed at him, I hate you! you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" I wailed, I watched his eyes roll to the back of his head. He stop pulled up his pants, laid down back on the bed. "Daddy Loves You." He said. I couldn't say anything. I just curled up in a ball on my side and cried, I hit myself, scratched myself, and cried. I hurt, I laid at the end of the bed, to scared to move thinking it would hurt again. He forced me to walk to my room and put clothes on, I could barley crawl, and when I was going to slow he kicked me and I fell over, I got back up and crawled to my room and got dressed. I cried myself, to sleep, bleeding. I never wanted to sleep in mommy's room again.