I fought back

I coughed and gasped for the much needed oxygen that I was being denied.
It use to be, everytime it stormed I would run and hide.

With each gasp for air my rage was building to new heights.
I was tired of this damn pain, it was time to fight.

It's not like I ever did anything to them. They just hated me. It wasn't fair.
They blame me for their pain, and other feelings that aren't really there.

Well I was tired of it. Tired of being pushed around.
Tired of being accused. Tired of not being allowed to make a sound.

It's not right I have to live in this house after they torture me and pick up their slack.
I'm a kickboxer got damn it, it's time to fight back.

Narrowing my eyes at my daddy, I gasped out the three words that kept running through my head. I hate you.

He grinned at me, squeezing my neck tighter, laughing. Remember them words you said? There's nothing worse you can do?

Well how about this, he said, laughing hard, throwing me on the ground, undoing his belt.

I grabbed my neck with one hand, while the other formed a fist. Not this time, you bastard, no way in hell.

I jumped up, I was quick, I was always fast.
Nothing more than, I say, 5 seconds passed.

Grabbing his arm, over my shoulder he went, his back hitting the ground.

I wanted to laugh, kick him in the face, bet you regret me taking them classes now.

Momma screamed, a sound a never heard coming from her body.
Next thing I know, the big woman was on top of me.

I kneed her in the stomach then raised my hand quick, the bottom of my palm hitting her under her chin.

I stood and actually smiled, there was a possible chance I could win.

My inward scream of triumph died in my throat as everything went black.
A blanket cover my head, like an oversized hat.

I fought my confinments as best as I could. I had to fight back.
No more can I let myself be the victum when under attack.

Before I knew it I hit something hard.
I felt the blanket being ripped away and something cold grab my arms.

I was in the basement, I looked around, chained to a support pole.
Daddy looked at me with a grin, knowing he was back in control.

Getting on my knees, I pulled against the chains with all I had.
I couldn't give up, no damn it, I had to fight back.

He ripped off my shirt then tighten the cuffs on her wrist.
A gasp of pain, when blood wither from beneath the stiff metal, I couldn't resist.

Unforunute for me,
I didn't see the wipe as he pulled it free.

I heard the loud crack in the air.
My whole body was consumed with fear.

He put his booted foot on my shoulder pushing me to lay on the ground.

I heard the loud again, from everywhere, like surround sound.

I tried to brace myself for what I knew was coming.
My heartbeat was loud in my ear, drumming.

I heard the snap of the whip raising and then... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

No way in hell I couldn't brace myself for that.
Screaming again as the heavy leather tore into my back.

I cried out again, feeling blood seep out the large cuts.
Trying to fight back, what the hell is wrong with me, am I nuts?

You will never raise a hand to me again. He stated in his cold voice bringing the whip down harder and harder.

Believe me I learned my lesson, you don't have to go any farther.

My back was on fire, it felt like my skin was tearing off.

I cried and I cried, blood coming out my mouth as I coughed.

Tears fleed freely as I heard another loud crack.
It felt like he was taking a chainsaw to my back.

He smashed my head against the floor, ripping off her sweat shorts and panties.

I cried harder. I hated this. Why god are you torturing me?

I couldn't feel my hands, the cuffs were so tight.
Why, Why did I ever try to fight?

Against my will I screamed when he pushed inside me from behind.

I shut my eyes, it was so much pain, I thought I was losing my mind.

He was too big. I was too tight. I was too tight back there.

He pulled out. Just to push fully back in with brutal force, not like he cared.

The hurt was unbearable. My eyes shot open with pure agony.
Daddy, please stop!!! Listen to my plea!!!

It was overwhelming, too much to take at once, it all gathered in my throat and came out in a deadly scream.

He didn't care that I was emotionally dieing, he just kept moving roughly inside of me.

I fought back, and this is what I get.
I fought back, and got a worse punishment.

by Sari
posted on 08/06/2008