Secrets Within the Family

Nevah is home alone when her biological father whom she hasn't seen since she was four unexpectedly visits her. During the visit he gets too close to her which lands Nevah in the hospital.

There was a knock on the front door of the apartment and Nevah was on the couch watching T.V. She was disoriented and scared because she wasn't expecting any company. Nevah had just arrived home from North Brooklyn YMCA, so she was home alone. Her older step-brother Jamal, was at work and her step-mom along with her younger step-sister and Tanya were out shopping. The knocks sounded again, but this time more vigorous than the previous ones. She was very accustomed to being home alone because she always knew how to take care of herself. But somehow this time, Nevah didn't know what to do and as a result, she felt herself creeping towards the door.

"Who is it?" she found herself asking but there was no answer. Nevah's fear level increased ten fold.

"Who is it?" she asked again. Still there was no answer.

She looked out through the peephole but saw a distorted face of which she couldn't make out. As she slowly opened the door, a six

foot ten inch black man stood before her. He had a Carmelo Anthony knicks jersey over and off white tee-shirt. He looked scruffy and he reeked of marijuana and alcohol. His James Harden like beard looked as if it wasn't groomed in months. He looked about in his mid to late twenties. It took Nevah a minute to recognize who it was. It was her biological father, Nick Preston.

Nick had had Nevah at the age of sixteen, but when Nevah was three, he left her and her mother, Shontal. Nevah was still trying to figure out why her biological father was there at the apartment.

"Hey Nee-Nee, baby!" he greeted extending out his hands for a hug.

Nevah pushed his arms away. She had not heard the nickname, "Nee-Nee" from her father since she was two years old, and she didn't want to hear it.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" she asked with fear overpowering her voice.

"Oh Nee-Nee," he cooed gently stroking Nevah's cheek with the back of his hairy hand. Nevah cringed at that name. She could easily tell that he was either high, drunk, tipsy or a combination of all three. Nick was inching closer to the door as if he wanted something or someone.

"Dad, what do you want?" she asked trying to push him out the door but Nick was persistent to get inside that apartment.

"Why are you here?"

"Awe baby, I jus' wanna see my Nee-Nee girl again," he slurred stumbling into the apartment.

Nevah's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Nick stumbled towards the sofa and plopped himself in it. He patted the cushion and motioned Nevah to sit next to him. Nevah was scared frozen. She didn't know what to do, so she finally decided to trudge over to the old, battered, dark red sofa.

"Awe baby, don't be scared," he said.

"Dad, I want you to leave," Nevah commanded.

"Don't worry Nevah, Imma leave," he mocked.

"As in now," she demanded.

His face looked more sinister than before and Nevah still didn't know why her dad was there. Should she still try to force her dad out the apartment? Or should she just go along with the flow of things even though she didn't know what was going on? Once she reached the sofa, she sat down on the side that was the farthest from her father. Nick looked as if he was appalled and offended. He patted the cushion that was directly next to him.

"Awe baby girl, come sit next to your 'daddy'," he pleaded.

Nevah was scared out of her mind. She didn't know why her father was there in the first place because she really didn't want him there at all. She reluctantly scooted closer to her dad.

"So how you've been pumpkin?" he asked rubbing Nevah's thigh.

Nevah brushed Nick's hand off of her thigh. She knew what he was doing but she didn't know how to get him out. She was only twelve years old.He put his hand back on Nevah's thigh again and started rubbing it but it was closer to her privates, and she vividly noticed that her father's expression went from a drunken state to a more hostile one. Nevah felt Nick 's middle finger slide across her vagina. She jumped and squirmed at the touch, and she let out a soft moan. She crossed her legs so her father wouldn't touch her there again, only for Nick to pry them open. Nevah was scared out of her mind and she brushed her father's hand off of her.

"Yeah, you like that don't ya?" he coughed.

"No! Dad, stop! Just leave me alone!" she demanded.

"Ne-vah. Baby..." he condescendingly whispered.

"You know that daddy loves you right?"

Nevah was to scared for words.

"Well do ya!?"

"Get... the hell -out of here you sick b*****d!" she spat as her voice broke.

He smiled a demonic smile that showed his yellow, rotting teeth. He raised hand and brought it down within half an inch away from her cheek. Nevah crouched into a little ball and silently shed a tear. He grabbed her by the collar of her blouse and lifted her up out the sofa.

"Answer me!"

Nevah's heart was beat out of her chest; she felt like she was going to have a heart attack. Nick shook her forcefully.

"Answer me!" he barked again.

"Y-yes," she managed to sheepishly nod.

"Yes who!?"

"Y-yes d-daddy," she weeped.

Nick grunted and threw her back down onto the sofa. Nevah hit the sofa with a big bang. Her head barely miss the arm of chair.

He tried to take her dark blue blouse off her; Nevah wanted to scream but she was too scared to even squeak. She tried to fight back and pull down her blouse but her father was way stronger than her. Everytime she would pull her blouse down, her father would just pull it back up.

"Dad stop! Stop! Stop!" she pleaded.

"Shut up!" he barked.

"Please dad stop! Stop!"

"I said, 'shut up!'"

He backhanded her across the face. The big tomato red bruise contrasted against her high yellow, caramel skin. Tears started to run down her face and her breathing heavy-like as if she was dying. She looked around and the room and saw her dad ominously staring back at her with mocking smug on his face.

"Daddy please stop!" she cried out.

"Please! Just stop!"

"Shut up Nevah! Just shut up!"

He once again started trying to take off Nevah's blouse, and Nevah tried to push his hairy, sooty hands off her body. However he was way too strong for her to even pry off his pinky finger. It was like as if his drunken state made him stronger than Hercules and Arnold Schwarzenegger put together. After literally three minutes, her beautiful blue silk blouse was slightly torn and was pulled up exposing Nevah's bare stomach; barely exposing her bra and breast. She tried writhing around to get free from her father's hold, but every time she would move, the more and more stuck she became. All of a sudden, Nevah felt a THUMP! on the back of her skull and she became unconscious.