Out for Blood: A Billie Joe Story

He leans down and crushes his lips against mine. I gasp as he pushes into me. My eyelids clench together.

"Don't act like you're not enjoying this," my father whispers in my ear as he pulls out and pushes back in harder.

"Oh my, God," I moan in pain. He chuckles and moves his lips down to my neck and to my shoulder. He bites down.

"Ow," I say, trying to push him away. He doesn't budge. He moves back up so he's looking into my eyes.

"You look scared," he murmurs, sounding concerned.

"I am," I whisper, tears steaming down my face. He stared at me for a few seconds. He pulls out slowly, and I swallow. Maybe he'll leave.

He pushes in harder than ever.

I scream.

"Say it," he growls. I look at him, struggling against his hands that were holding down my wrists.

"Say what," I force out, holding back another scream.

"Say. My. Name." He pushes in again.

"Daddy," I scream at the top of my lungs. He smiles and kisses my forehead. He pulls himself out of me.

"See you tomorrow, honey," he whispers, and stands up. He grabs his clothes and walks out. I pull the blanket over myself.

"Oh my, God," I cry. I cry for an hour straight. I hear him downstairs, but I don't pay attention to what he's doing. My wrists hurt from him holding me down, but that's the least of my worries. I look at my clock. 11:49 PM.

I have to wake up tomorrow and see him. I know I'm gonna break down into tears the second he lays his eyes on me.