Teenage Groupie…XXXXVI

 I had come home that afternoon around noon from school because I was hurting inside and suspected that I might have contracted something from my dad. He wasn’t supposed to be home, he had left the house early in the morning before I left for school so I was sure I might be the only one home (that day was mama’s weekly call at the welfare office).

I was itching badly so I massaged some vaginal cream on my privates and sat with my legs spread open in front of the standing fan to cool the stinging sensation. I cursed my father inside me for if he had given me anything I couldn’t cure, I would wither away and die not knowing what happiness meant. I was too afraid to go to the nurse in the school clinic because then they would start to ask many questions, and I had no answers to exculpate my obviously sexually transmitted disease, especially since I was grossly underage. So I went home and licked my wounds on my own.

Settling in with the pain, I heard some heavy footsteps on the footstool outside, followed by a barge on the door and my father forcing himself into the house making a riotous noise on his way. From my room I could perceive the stench of stale beer seething through the walls. His nauseating musty sweat and stinking clothes filled the house accordingly, and he didn’t make his way into the bathroom like a smelly person would. I closed up my skirt instantaneously and ran to the living room to determine what the racket was about: I shouldn’t have. Immediately, he saw me he yelled out, “Aargh, Nikki, just the girl I’m looking for. Come here.” He beckoned with his dirty stodgy fingers.

 I shut my eyes in fear. No I am not, I’m in pain, was what I said to myself in clenched teeth. I am in pain.

 He waited for me to come to him but I just stood there still like a mannequin, my hands trembling beside me. Normally, once he raised his voice I would come to him and plead that he be gentle as he enters me. Not today, today I had an itch that had been burning inside me; I couldn’t by any chance take another intrusion into me, not until it healed.

 “You want me to come to you?” he questioned in his husky voice.

 “N-n-no, I d-d-don’t want that either,” I muttered, amidst tears.

His mouth flew open dramatically like he had just heard an abominable admission. He adjusted his loose trousers, and felt it for a belt, luckily for me there was none. He reached out to the top drawer in the kitchen cabinet, and he found a big textbook, Stef’s encyclopedia. He threw it at me to move me from my still position. I dodged it and it fell to the ground beside me with a thud, raising some dust. He frowned, slowly loosing his patience with me. Then, he unzipped his pants, falling it to the ground and pulled out his dick; it was big, dark, and throbbing like an injured animal, one that had been run over by a car.

 “You see this Nikki,” He clutched it in between his fingers and walked towards me. “This here is yours, you see all yours. And you want to say No, is that it? You want to say no.” He was facing my trembling self now, tugging the stiff dick into my hands. “Kneel down, and take it in your mouth, girl. That would teach you to say no to me.” I burst out crying, weeping and wailing in pain. Why me? Why today, why did I have to come home to this every single day of my life? He used his free hand to grab the back of my neck forcefully, pushing it down to the ground. I held it stiff, and resisted his push, but his hands were strong, and tense so his success was imminent. He was like a vicious beast that wanted satisfaction now, and no other time would have done for him.

“P-please, dad-dy, p-p-pl-eas-e, Not today, please,” I begged.

He took a fist full of my hair and yanked it backwards, stretching my neck in the opposite direction. I heard it creak, with an unnerving crackling noise, redness clouding my eyes.

 “What did you say?” He infuriated, his eyes were blazing red with irritation and passion, and fuming rage. I could feel the whiff of his decayed breath, slapping me across my face, weakening my resistance the more. From nowhere, call it sheer desperation or an unequally enraging bitterness inside me that had been pent up for months, I reached up my knee with an agility I didn’t know I had and kicked him in the groin, disabling the uninvited member he had been clutching in his hand. He doubled over and screamed in pain, shielding it with both his hands, thus freeing my hair. I should have just run, and I wanted to but he was in my way and my move to run right past him was stopped when his hands flew to my chest and hit me right in between my ribcage, in between my breasts. It sent sparks flying to my head, disabling me and I fell to the ground in front of him in pain, grappling for air. He heard my uneasy breathing, responding with a sneer look of approval and triumph over my sudden opposition against his wanton powers.

 He laughed out, a sinister accomplished laugh that echoed through our tiny trailer. His dick vibrated as he laughed, snickering at my weakness to overpower him. I knelt on the floor a few feet from him and cursed every inch of him as stood before me now, every inch of my life, and every being that had put me in this position. I was livid with rage.

 With his pants on the floor and his naked body exposed, he beckoned me to it. “Had enough, that’ll teach you, now come,” he demanded, still smirking with relish like a feast had just been served before him.

 I was on my hands and knees, bent over and staring at him from underneath my eyes, my glare strong enough to drill a hole into his steel heart.

“Comon,” he persisted with his beckons sure that I was making my way to him. And I was but not to please him but to damage him. I swore that if that abhorring member ever made its into my mouth I would chew off every bit of it, and serve the balls as hors d’oeuvres. I could feel my eyes sting with tears as I schemed.

Underneath his legs, I sighted mama’s tiny feet walking her way in through the door. She stopped by the door, creeping in slowly towards the kitchen, and then within a blink of an eye, of which even I couldn’t remember how fast it might have happened, I heard a loud thud slam on the back of Dad’s head. He held his breath for about half a second in astonishment and then he landed face first on the ground just a few inches from my hands. I looked up aghast to behold mama grasping our old baseball bat with her small hands, her hands still in the air making sure he had had enough before she let them down. As he slumped uncontrollably, I saw a faint line form on mama’s face then a sigh of relief.

“Nikki, he was gonna hurt you again, wasn’t he?” she recited in a daze, her hands still held up in batting position.

I shrieked in shock, doubting the actions that had transpired before me. My feet found their way up slowly, carefully dodging dad’s body on the floor. I took the bat from her hands but her hold was a firm grip that was hard to tear open its grasp. “Mama give me the bat, please, give me the bat.”

She turned to me in slow motion and whispered, her eyes distant and unrecognizable. “Get out of here Nikki. Leave me with him, just go.”

I tugged for the bat, but she pushed my body away with a strength I didn’t know she had. “Nikki, leave I don’t want him to hurt my baby again.”

The tears flooded my eyes shrouding my perception of the situation. “Where do I go, what do I do, what bout you?” I cried, scared out of my wits.

I heard daddy grumble an incomprehensible noise as his body adjusted on the floor, then I knew this was not the best place to be when he awakened.

My mother turned to me, her eyes infuriating, “Go, Nikki, before he gets up, go.” The words dropped like arrows to my heart.

Frantically I hugged her, wept childishly on her shoulder for a few seconds before she nudged that I get going. I ran to my room and grabbed whatever I could. I pulled out my duffel bag, forced my clothes inside, and took down some posters that I could force into it. I had $10 that my friend had given to me to buy her some hair accessories the day before. I forced it into my jean back pocket, and zipped up the bag. As I came out of my room, I met mama still standing guard over my father’s unconscious body. I hugged her again; afraid to let go, I slightly pecked her goodbye. She murmured that I take care of myself, to show strength and that she would always pray for me, and I promised that I would do the same.

With that I ran out of my house that day, shutting the door to my old life and uncertain of the travails of the new. The time was 17 minutes past 2 o’clock.

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