It went into me again. Another blow. Another scream. My dad was addicted to it. He always wanted more and more.
My mum died the minute after she gave birth to me. I don't even know what she looked like. I found her secret diary 2 years ago. It said this: "I don't know how to get away from him! He's just there waiting for me as soon as I come in from work. Waiting, just waiting there ready to unzip.
It makes me feel like a waste of time and space. It makes me wonder why I'm still here but then that same conclusion comes to me, the reason why I'm here is to play the part in being a woman for my father. For him to keep having his cock in something. For him to be happy. But no, I'm leaving right now.
I hurriedly pack my bags and leave. Hopefully I will never come back. I lean out of the window and pray. Pray for me to be able to get away as far as I can without my dad waking up and catching me. It's either now or never. My life could be over before I know it.