Every Rose Has Its Thorns

Rated: M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Derek H. - Reviews: 18 - Updated: 08-19-11 - Published: 06-22-09 - id:5159103
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********Dahlia's Dream*********

It was my 15th birthday, and I was sitting on my bed, admiring the diamond tennis bracelet Daddy gave me a no more than an hour earlier at my party, which he threw for me. Candy bought me this gorgeous purple dress to wear for the party, and she did my hair and makeup. Everyone from my class came, and we had an awesome time, but it would have been so much more special if Mama were there, but I knew she was looking down at me. A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts about my mother, and Daddy walks in. His eyes are bloodshot, and there is a bit of white powder on the tip of his nose. He must have been hitting the coke again. He sits on the bed next to me, and helps me put the bracelet on my wrist.

"So you like the present Daddy gave you, baby girl?" he asked, and I simply nodded. There was something in his eyes that was just not right. He starts to rub my thighs. What the hell is he doing?

"You know, you're a big girl now. Old enough to start working the family business." Daddy says. Is he suggesting what I think he is?He stands up and begins to unbutton his pants.

"You're going to make a lot of money for me, but Daddy has to test his product first." Before I can say anything, he pushes me down on the bed and pins me there. I try to fight him off by scratching and hitting him, but that must have pissed him off, 'cause he punched me in the face. The next thing I know, he's forced his way inside me. It was as if someone poured acid in me, it was so painful. He put his hand over my mouth to stifle my screams, my pleads for him to stop. After what seems like an eternity, he pulls himself out of my and shoots hot white liquid on my face. He pulls his pants back up and without saying a word to me, he walks out of my room, leaving me to suffer in peace…

Dahlia woke up in a cold sweat and looked at her clock, which read 7:15 am. "Shit! I'm gonna be late for school!" She said to herself as she got out of bed. As she was getting dressed, she couldn't get the memories of her rape out of her head. I'm going to get the fuck out of here, or die trying! She promised herself.