Loony Bin

I scream as I run up the stairs.
Daddy’s home.

“Aw Sweetie, don’t run away,”
He’s not laughing
but his voice is.

I sob as I hear him pounding on my door.

“Sweetie, please open the door?”
His voice is tender.

“No!”
My shout is cracked with sobs.

“Open the door.”
His voice is less tender.

“No!”

“Sweetie, you’re starting to piss me off.”
I still sob.
“How about this Sweetie:
open this door and I won’t hurt you;”
a disgusting chuckle escapes him,
“much.”

“NO!”

He lets out an aggravated yell.
His fist is still pounding on the door.

“THAT’S IT.”
I scream as the door bursts open.

I back away from him
sobs still wracking my body.

His blue eyes were so dark
so full of fury.

“Come here you fucking bitch.”

“No, please, Daddy, please don’t.”

He grins.

He pushes me into my bed
as he rips off his shirt.

I cry
and cry
and cry.

His pants are next
then mine.

I scream in pain.

He’s not gentle,
but then again,
why would he be?

He grabs
and he slaps
and he punches
and he yanks.

I try to fight back;
I can’t fight back.

I curl my body when he’s
done.

He chuckles darkly.

“Awe, are you crying because you’re
Nothing but a
pathetic
weak
bitch?”

I sob harder.
He chuckles more.
He leans down,
places a kiss on my cheek.

“You were great, Sweetie.”