Are You Happy?

My name is Scarlett. Nicknames Scar. I don't care about anything. I'm just a inconsiderate bitch.

-This story is based on my experiences-


2. Chapter 1


"It all really began when I was 10." I told my therapist.

"What began?" She tilted her head to the side.

"My life went to shit." I looked down at my hands that were placed in my lap.

"What happened exactly?" She asked me.


"Daddy?" My voice bounced off the walls in my fathers house.

"Go back to sleep." His voice harsh and thin from all the alcohol.

"Are you okay?" I walked up to him. "It's 3 in the morning and I heard the door... I just wanted to make sure it wasn't a robber." I shrugged. He smirked and sat down on the couch. I sat next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. He reeked of sweat and whiskey.

"Scar.." He rubbed his hand against my knee. Slowly, he rose up my night gown and tickled my inner-thigh.

"Yes?" I asked him. Obviously clueless about his actions.

"You can sleep if you want." He told me, with a slight smirk on his face. "Just take this off for daddy." He tugged at my disney princess covered gown. I realized what he was trying to do, remembering the stories my aunt told me about her friend.

"I'll go to my room." I pulled away from him slowly. When I was out of his reach I ran to my room and locked the door. I picked up the house phone and dialed my mom's phone number.

"Hello?" Her voice was low and raspy from sleep.

"Can you come pick me up?" I breathed into the phone. I wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

"Whats wrong baby?" She asked me.

"Jessie and daddy got into an argument and I just wanna go." I lied to her.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll call you when I get there." She hung up. 

"Scar c'mon." My father spoke from behind the door. I ignored him and packed my things back into my bag. 20 minutes later the phone in the room rang.

"Mommy?" I prayed it was her.

"I'm here." She spoke softly.

"Can you come in the house to get me?" I asked her.

"Uh sure." She hung up. I heard a knock on the front door and heard my fathers heavy footsteps. He answered the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asked my mother, harshly.

"Picking up Scar because you don't know how to fucking act obviously." She snapped at him. I unlocked the door and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I hesitantly hugged my dad and walked out the house with my mom.


"So you think your father attempted rape?" My therapist asked me.

"Yes." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. "Can I have a tissue?" I asked her. She nodded and handed me a tissue. I wiped my running mascara from my cheeks. "Sorry.." I chuckled to myself.

"Don't be. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Like crap." I shook my head. "I was doing so good. I was happy. I don't know what happened." I sighed.

"Look, we ran out of time but, why we make next appointment 2 hours?" She asked.

"Sure." I nodded. "See you next week." I waved goodbye and left the hospital. 

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