It's been about 3 months of being IN HELL and I have been let home. My condition is much better and I have now been able to speak to someone about Lukas, so I now feel amazing!!!!!

As I step through my door to my house, I see it. That same tree that I tried to take my life on. I ran. Up to my room and I locked the door. I walked into my built in bathroom and decided to take a shower. I still had lots of dried up crusty blood on my sleeves because well, the nurses are so kind that they didn't bother to help wash my arms. Charmingggg.

I stripped and stepped into the shower. The hot water shocked me at first causing me to slip and fall over but I quickly recovered and continued washing my hair. My bathroom was completely soundproof so you can't hear my shower running from the outside.

It was at this moment when my dad busts through the door. He knocked on my door. Again. And again. And again! I completely ignored him but then he tried busting the door down...nutter!

"IZZY!! YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE CUTTING IN THERE!! COME OUT NOW!!!!!"

"don't worry dad....I'm taking a shower! Calm down!"

"NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!! YOU WILL STEP OUT OF THAT SHOWER NOW OR I AM COMING IN!!"

"dad please don't! Can I not do anything in peace anymore! I'll be 5 minutes i promise!"

"TOUGH!! I'M COMING IN!!"

Dad bust through the door. His voice was slurred. I was scared. I belive he was drunk. He does some of the most terrible things when he's drunk. I heard ruffling. Like...the removal of clothes. I was so scared.

"D-dad...what are you doing?..."

"baby did I ever tell you how much I love you..."

"Uhm...no...anyways I'm taking a shower so you need to leave and MGHNMM!!"

I let out a muffled squeal. I felf a hand over my mouth and I tried to struggle free but the grip tightened on me. I felt a rough hand grab my breast. I tried to squeal and run but dsd continued screaming stuff in my ear. He inserted a finger and I hated it. I tried to kick him from behind but it was no use. He went faster and I was terrified. He turned of the shower and carried me bridal style into his room. He locked the door and jumped on me, grabbing be in all sorts of different places. He put a gag over my mouth. He inserted a finger again. He didn't go gentle either. He went faster and faster and I couldn't call for help. I tried to fight it but he just began to hit me. He put a piece of cloth over my face and the last thing I felt was an intense vibrating and loud whirring on my womanhood until I passed out.

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