Forgotten Soul

My eyes burned from all the crying I did that night. It wasn’t my fault my dad got fired... Yet he took it out on me. It wasn’t my fault… He hurt me last night. And it was worst then it has ever been. Ever since mom walked out on us he has got into drinking and blamed everything that went wrong on me.
My father had gotten home now. I crawled into my closest wishing he’d stay away from me and just let me be. He knocked on my door and whispered in a sorry voice,
"Rayne."

My heart raced as I wondered what he had in for me today. What had gone wrong today? I held my hand to my heart and tried to slow my breathing. I was panicking and I couldn’t stop myself. I let out a loud breath and coughed. Moving my hand from my heart I placed it over my mouth. Tears started to roll down my just cleaned face for I knew I gave myself away.
"Rayne… I can hear you." The smiling words sent shivers down my spine.
"Uh... Yeah dad, I was just looking for a crayon that made for under the door..." I stuttered. I reached for the crayon box that was stashed under on of the blankets in my closet and pulled out a purple crayon. Opening the door I stood and found my dad sitting silently on my bed waiting for me to make a wrong move.
"Did you really go under there to get the crayon?"
"Yes. Why would I lie about something so simple like that?" I lied.

I noticed a glint in his eye and knew a strike was coming and got down to my knees and whimpered to myself. Waiting for the blast of pain to once again land on my innocent body.
"Why are you kneeling down like that? Why must you whimper? Why are you scared? STOP BEING AFRAID!" He screamed as I looked up and pain covered my face as I recognized the angered expression. He punched me in the stomach and I screamed in pain. He’d never had the guts to hit me this hard. This was just plain torture. I bet one of my ribs where cracked now. Tumbling over in pain he then kicked my face.

The pain was too much and I blacked out suddenly. Not knowing what he’d do with my body for I didn’t trust him. I don’t refer to him as father. Not anymore. If he were my father he’d protect me from these things and not bring this kind of pain upon me.
I wish mommy was still here…

***

I found myself lying in the basement on the floor with my clothes off and bits of my skin cut in places. Words carved into my skin and I painfully stood up and walked to the stairs then painfully walked up. I attempted to open the locked door but failed horribly.
It was so dark down here and so lonely. I needed to find the light...

Steven, my "father" had told me to never come down here so I obeyed his wishing. It was so cold… I couldn’t find the light. Knowing he’d never leave me down here for he should have still la little bit of respect left for me… just a little bit of love for his own daughter… even though he had tortured me for about 2 years.

Me being reported as missing so no one would know why I wouldn’t go to school… I reached for what I thought was the light and now knowing that it wasn’t the light and sighed and walked back down the stairs. Hoping to find a blanket or even my clothes… I couldn’t see very well except for the little light that shined threw the cracks of the door. I let my eyes adjust and I checked for a blanket.
Finding one in the far corner I wrapped it around myself shuddering. I wondered just how long I’d been down here.

Sighing, I silently sighed and coughed.
"I must be getting the flue..." I whispered in my horse voice. From all the screaming I’d done earlier… I heard the door open and looked up to see a police man standing there and I covered myself hiding myself incase he was a bad guy. He started to walk down and I coughed and coughed again. Unable to stop myself I tumbled over. The taps of his feet hitting the ground came faster till he was kneeling by my side.
"Oh my..." He whispered. "What has this man done to you? Let me see you little girl." He stood me up carefully and I tried to pull away. His cold caring touch felt good but it wasn’t real. I just knew it. He wasn’t here to help me. But then I heard my father screaming my name in horror...
DON’T YOU HURT MY BABY GIRL, Rayne! Are you okay?! "Another police man held him by the arms as my father failingly tried to escape the mans grip.
"Sir, you’re under arrest for torture. Please come with me."
I stood shocked forgetting that there was another police officer there by my side looking at the words that had been carved into my skin.
He read them out loud for me and I looked down upon the words…
The word slut was on my thigh, dried blood there and everything. Whore on my other thigh, skank on my arms…..

To be continued