*Gulp, gulp, gulp, and hold…*
My throat was burning from tonight’s hour-long session. Just like before, dad had waited till around midnight to sneak out of bed and enter my room. He brought the same long-sleeve shirt, tied it behind my back, before dragging me inside my closet just as before. It had been a few weeks now since this became a regular thing, sometimes he’d spend an hour, sometimes longer. It’s hard to accept how all those looks, awkwardly long hugs and inappropriate gropes were all leading up to such barefaced abuse. He was constantly pushing boundaries, and mom and I both just sort of allowed it. Whether I was to blame, or mom, or dad, who even knows at this point. Judging by the way he used me, it’s safe to assume he’d been wanting to do this for quite some time.
*Gulp, gulp, gulp, and hold again…*
As he wraps his hands around my hair and pulls me off, I plead for a break for as long as I can, and the stinging in my throat resurfaces from the touch of cold air. He grabs a shirt from the floor and wipes my face away. I can feel him fixing my hair again up to form a bun, and I’m left sobbing at the thought that he’s not nearly as done as I hoped he would be.