Daddy's Girl
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We woke up on our soggy pillows to Daddy yelling. I think he was yelling at Mom to make him breakfast, but i couldn't quite understand. I looked over at London, and i could still see the fear in her eyes. At times, i feel really disgusted about my feelings toward Dad. I crave him almost every night. I know I shouldn't, but I do. It's just when he has sex with me, I enjoy it.
I tell London it'll be okay, but she just turns away. I think she thinks that she's alone, and that she has to deal with rape every night by herself. She can't talk to me because i simply don't understand why she doesn't like it. Mommy doesn't believe her. And she doesn't have any friends at school. It's her fault that she isolates herself from everybody. At times i do feel bad for her though. I really wish i could comprehend why she doesn't feel the pleasure of sex but i just can't. Maybe it's because I'm only eight.
I tell London it'll be okay, but she just turns away. I think she thinks that she's alone, and that she has to deal with rape every night by herself. She can't talk to me because i simply don't understand why she doesn't like it. Mommy doesn't believe her. And she doesn't have any friends at school. It's her fault that she isolates herself from everybody. At times i do feel bad for her though. I really wish i could comprehend why she doesn't feel the pleasure of sex but i just can't. Maybe it's because I'm only eight.