Notes

Long Island Iced tea - Liz
Sex on the beach - Ling
Brandy on the rocks - Caden

Bellini - Andrea
Mimosa - Kim
White Russian - Ky

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My dad was a thug. He had his right hand man, who was like my god father. He wasn't really old, his early twenties. So one day, he came to the house drunk, looking for my dad. I heard the shuffling downstairs and me being the curious child I am, I went to go seek the cause. He looked me dead in the eyes and he smirked, "I see how you be looking in them lil skirts, I see how you be watching me." He slurred. I was confused, "I dont really understand what your getting at ?" I asked lost. "You know what I mean, you don't have to tell anybody, It can be our little secret." He said, and he tugged on my tank top. "What are you talking bout ?" I said trying to get him off me. "Stop trying to fight it, fight us." He said whispering in my ears and trying to kiss my neckdon't like this, stop." I said kneeing him in his groin. He let go of me and held his crotch. I took this as an opportuniy to run away.

I didn't make it too far up the stairs for him to pull me down. My face scraped against the marble staircase and I groaned in pain. When I got to the bottom he moved my hair from my neck and kissed my neck. "Don't fight it." His hot breath traced my skin. I raised my back to overpower him, pushing him on the floor. I ran speedily towards the door. "Who tf locked all these locks?" I whispered to myself. I was on my way to opening the fifth and last lock when I felt the glass compact shatter against the back of my head. My body lowered slowly, making contact with the wooden floor. I heard a low ding go off, indicating that he had a text message.

"Oh look, your dad just asked me to stay and watch you, how convenient." Him flashing his sinister smile was the last thing I remembered before blacking out.

I woke up to my body being sore and everywhere ached. My sheets were blood-stained and no one was home. I went to go wash the sheets and I couldn't get to the laundry room with out me feeling the contents of last night's dinner coming to my mouth. I ran towards the bathroom, throwing up everything. When I was done with that, my head raised slowly. I had a pounding headache, I felt as if my hair had been getting pulled all last night.

I walked back to the laundry room, putting the sheets in a spin cycle. I looked around the house. There were traces of blood on the stairs. A needle on the table and empty beer bottle shattered infront the door.

What happened last night ? I asked myself.

I walked back up to my room, through the closet and to the bathroom. My breath smelled disgusting, it was a mix of morning breath and vomit. I stripped out my clothes and launched in the shower. After taking a satisfying shower I brushed my teeth.

I then got into some underwear and I guess something told me to wear sweatpants instead of shorts that day, so I decided on sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. I then went to check my phone, and that's where the memories of last night flooded back. I cringed at the memory. I wanted to roll up in a ball and cry, I felt nasty and dirty. I brushed my hair back into a low ponytail. This is all it could really take anyways, it was hurting really badly. I needed to tell my dad ASAP, whenever he gets back.

I need to clean all this up, because my mom should be home soon.

I'd guess from the feels of everything, that I was taken advantage of and I wasn't even conscious at the time. What kind of sick person has sex with a lifeless body, a fifteen year old as a matter of fact.
I was snapped out my thoughts when the washer dinged, signaling that It was time to switch them to the dryers, so I did just that.

"Princess, I'm home, why the hell does my house look like this." I heard my dad yell down the hall.

"I'm gonna tell you in a second, just let me clean up okay," I calmly responded. He nodded and sat down on a barstool by the island. I looked at the needle and threw it in the trash can, then I got the broom and swept up the shattered beer glass off the floor. Then after that I went and got a wet washcloth and wiped the blood up off the stairs. Lastly I placed everything back