Oh god. I'm really scared. It was the middle of the night, and my 'father' broke in. I woke up because it was really cold and then he was on top of me and all my clothes were on the ground and he kept on touching me and it really hurt.
He was so strong, like I was running into the tide and all it did was push against me and it was impossible and inevitable.
I started crying.
He put his disgusting mouth on mine. I tried to move, but my hands were tied with something that really hurt. It really hurt. Everything was slippery and gross and it really hurt and I wanted to vomit and there was the smell of blood.
I vomited in his mouth. He slapped me.
It burned.
I washed my bedsheets.
My mom said that I was finally growing up since I was washing my sheets.
I was too embarrassed to tell her, and I don't think they would care. I really want to tell someone, but what if they think I'm dirty? What if they tell me it's not that important? What if they laugh? What if they call me stupid or dramatic?
What's the point?