Chapter 3 He's Back

• /-Riley-/
• “I want that dirty little whore out of my house this minute” Dad yells and the bottle drops from my hand.
• “Please, honey, calm down….”
• “Don't you dare give me that crap. What'd about giving her everything she asks for, huh? You said she's just a child, Francis. Let her have whatever she wants......”
• “I didn't know it'll come to this, okay? Stop yelling” Mom interrupts.
• “She's leaving my house, Sarah. I won't harbor a goddamn hoe” he snaps, and I hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs.
• Tears roll down my cheeks as I stay rooted to the spot, shivering.
• The door kicks open, and I tremble at his fuming figure.
• “I believe that you heard me, Riley. Get your bags right now” he orders.
• “Please, dad, listen to me. I was raped. I had nothing to do with that man. He forced himself on me” I sob.
• “Oh, I totally believe you. He broke in and raped you, didn't he?”. His sarcasm is evident, and he was damn right.
• Dean didn't break in. I went to him.
• “Daddy please.....”
• “What were you doing in a club that dangerous?” He asks. I swallow and glance at Diane, who doesn't seem to care.
• “Diane took me there. I didn't go on my own. She lured me along with her friends and…"
• “Christ! How many more lies do you intend to tell? Diane was studying with her friends, and I made sure to confirm it. Go on, what more do you have to say? Maybe Sarah took you there, or perhaps I did” he scoffs.
• Mom glares at me and warns me to stay shut as she stands before Dad.
• “Please let her stay. She's our daughter. My daughter no matter what. I can't leave, knowing she's out there by herself. Please let her stay” she pleads and he stomps off.
• “Get your sorry self out of my way” she scowls when I try to talk to her. She walks out of the room in anger.
• Diane laughs and leaves as well.
• I lie on the floor crying and feeling so sorry for myself.
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• The past three weeks have been hell, with my parents reminding constantly of how much of a whore I am.
• I couldn't eat nor sleep. I just stayed in my room, feeling miserable.
• I sigh and step into the shower. It's shocking how one incident could turn my life around.
• Tears stream down my cheeks along with the cold water. Soon, I step out and get dressed.
• I contemplate on going down or staying back in my room with no one to taunt me or make me feel like a disappointment.
• I finally decided to down. Running will do me no good.
• I open the door and drag my feet downstairs. I meet everyone having dinner.
• “Great! Your daughter's here. Who knows where she'll be sneaking to tonight?” Dad says.
• “She's your daughter as well. My mom was a religious extremist. I believe you can tell who she got the trait from now” mom states.
• “I didn't sleep around with women way older than me” he says.
• I sit picking my food. Why did I come down again?
• “Who knows where's she sneaking off to tonight? She's all dressed to fit his taste” Dad says.
• It's hard to pretend not to hear them when the words are piercing right through my heart.
• I need to get some air before I lose my mind. I stand and head to the door.
• “Now's she's rushing to meet some old man with a fleet of cars," Dad says loud enough for me to hear.
• “I just need some air. I'll be right back” I tell him.
• “Just get this into your head. I can house a whore but definitely not a pregnant one” he says, and I rush to get out only to come face to face with the demon that put me in this emotional torture.
• The bastard that stole my innocence.
• A smirk crawls on his lips as he takes in my appearance.
• “What are you doing here?” I snap with undisguised spite.
• He doesn't reply, instead he continues checking me out. I don't just hate him, but the fact that he looks so intimidating.
• “For a high schooler, you're pretty hot” he says, and I boil in anger.
• He's not even sorry for ruining my life.
• “Why are you here, Dean?” I asked again.
• “I figured you live here” he shrugged.
• “Have you been stalking me?".
• “Maybe. Anyway I'm here to take what's rightfully mine” he says, letting himself in.
• Mom and dad rise in shock while Diane sits, mouth-opened.
• “We have nothing of yours” I say, and he turns to me.
• “Of course you do” he says, stepping closer and I step back in fear. He smirks.
• “I'm here to marry you”.