I felt his hands travel from my ankles up to the inside of my thigh. I couldn't move. I was suddenly frozen in place. He began to spread my legs, moving his hand higher up thigh. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth but no sound escaped. I tried screaming but it came out like a muffled cry. Tears began streaming down my cheeks.

I woke up then. I was crying and sweating. My breathing was ragged and fast. I began to count to ten.

One... Nothing would happen that night. He wouldn't go in there that night. My mom didn't work so he would be with her.

Five... I'm calming down.

Eight... I heard footsteps outside.

Ten... I heard my door open up.

I looked up and I saw his tall slender figure. Tears welled up my eyes but I wouldn't scream. He had already threatened to kill me if I said anything to anyone. I scoot back, until the head of my bed impeded me from scooting back any further.

"Don't say a word and cooperate, Kate," his rough voice told me.

I felt my body shaking gently and I hoped that he didn't see it. He always enjoyed it when I looked most afraid. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend like he wasn't there. I felt his weight come onto my bed. I squeezed my eyes tighter.

"Kate, you're beautiful. You'll only ever be mine. Only mine. I would die if someone else were to have you. Tell me you'll only be mine Kate. Only mine."

I bit down on my lips and tried not to make a sound. I hated when he did that; tried to make me talk although I didn't even want to make a sound. I turned away from him. Maybe he would get tired tonight and would leave me alone.

He crawled closer to me. He settled beside me.

"Katie, today you'll be mine... Again," his smile made him look evil in the moonlight.

He inched closer and I tried moving away, but there was no use. He would overpower me and force me down.

I felt his hot breath on my face. It smelled like the booze and cigarettes that he and my mom had shared that night. He kissed my cheek and made his way towards my lips. I pressed my lips together so he wouldn't get to kiss them. He smashed his lips against mine and realized I wasn't kissing back. He slapped me.

"Kiss me back Kate. Kiss me," he growled.

I kept my eyes closed as he crushed his lips against mine and I gently kissed back. This disgusted me always but if I didn't do it he would only be rougher when he was on top of me.

He slid his hand under My shirt and snaked his was up to my chest. He grabbed and he fiddled and I tried to push his hand away but it was no use. His other hand advanced to the hem of my sweats. He pulled them down.

That night he raped me. But he didn't only do it once. He raped me three times. I cried all the while. My head was aching. The space between my legs was throbbing and it was sore.

"You're always a good girl to me Kate," he said as he planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Leave Ted. You got what you came for. Now leave," I told him.

He slapped me again and my cheek stung. "Don't raise your voice at me you bitch."

I turned my head to the other side and cried.

He left my room and I quickly went into my bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My face was red from crying, my hair was a tangled mess. I thought I'd have a bruise from where he slapped me but I didn't. I jumped into the shower and cried some more. I cried until something broke inside of me. I got out of the shower and got dressed. I braided my hair while it was still wet and went to bed.

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I woke up around ten in the morning the next day. Although it was Saturday, I knew my mom had probably already left to work by now. I was hoping that Ted had gone somewhere with the drunks he had for friends.

I walked into the living room and to my dismay, he was sitting on the couch.

He looked over at me and smiled. "Morning Kate. Did you enjoy last night? I did."

I walked into the kitchen to search for something to eat. He walked in behind me. I ignored him as he stood there, admiring me from the doorway.

I was reaching for the cereal box on top of the fridge when I felt his hands slide around my waist. I froze. He kissed my neck and I tried to pull away but he kept his hold on me. I tried to kick back my legs but I never hit him. I tried to elbow him but he dodged my blows. He turned me around and kissed me. I gave up and stood there motionless. My eyes were wide open and I tried to look past his head. I needed a weapon but I didn't want to kill him.

He pulled back and looked at me. I pulled away since he had loosened his grip on me. I ran to a drawer and pulled out a knife.

He laughed. "Don't be stupid Kate. What are you going to do? You can't do anything. If you hurt me your mom will be angry at you. And if you kill me, you will go to prison."

I began to cry. What he was saying was true but I didn't care anymore. This man had been raping me for two years now. I was sixteen when he began. I was about to turn eighteen. I couldn't believe I had put up with it for two years. He would go into my room about two or three nights per week and rape me.

I placed the knife on the counter and sobbed. He came towards me and pulled me to him. He was grinding his crotch against me. He began to pull my pants down when I grabbed the knife.