Two: Anne and the rapist

Seth

We are in a car driving to his girlfriend's house on Sunday. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to see Dad do unthinkable things to the poor woman. I just hope no other females are there. I've seen it a thousand times, and I hope I won't see it a thousand more. Rape. Dad doesn't care, it's like he does it for a living. I stared out the passenger window so Dad won't see the tears building up in my eyes. I want him to go to rehab. He needs it, or else I'll just call the cops on him and go to foster care. I don't care anymore, I need him to stop!
-----The car pulled up to an old looking two-story house. It was boring with reddish-brown color on the bricks. I felt sick as we walked out the car and up towards the front door. Dad knocked on the door a little too roughly, I don't say anything, and wait quietly looking around the porch. The door flew open and a teen girl stood there, sad looking. Oh crap. I saw Dad's eyes spark with a sick thought. I can't do this... I think... I'm gonna be sick. But Dad doesn't flirt, instead he smiles at her and she glances at me.
-----She had bleach blond hair, and puffy brown eyes. Her pale skin was red and her face was purple. She looked as if someone beaten her up. "Hi... You must be Derek." she says looking at Dad worriedly. I did not blame her. He was a pervert, and I know it, he knows it. She swallows hard before saying, "Mo-Mom! He's here." Her voice was cracking as she slowly moves away from the door, and walked somewhere in the house. A slim, drunk looking woman walked to the doorway holding a cigarette between her fingers. Dad grabbed her kissing her sloppily all over. I held in the puke that wanted to erupt.
-----I walked past them and found the bleach blond girl sitting in a ball on the couch in the corner. Her eyes were distant, and her body shook violently. "Hey," I greet lowly. Her head shoots up and sees me. I look at her through the curtain of black hair and smile sheepishly.
-----"Hi." she whispers, not moving from her ball. "I'm Anne." she introduces herself as she slides her legs down. I walk over and sit a respectful distance from her.
-----"Seth. So you're Cathrine's daughter?" I ask the obvious. She shuddered and nodded. "What's wrong?"
-----Anne swallows hard and chokes, "I need... Dad..." A tear trickled down her cheek, and her face flushed."I'm sorry. I don't mean to break down like that. I'm trying-I'm trying to be strong. For Dad-for Dad." She sounded like a broken recorder as she wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
-----I sighed and smiled encouragingly. "Hey, it's okay. You're hurting, I understand." my voice was certain, and she heard the positive tone. Anne sat up straighter, and huffed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. "You gonna be okay?" I ask tugging her lightly.
-----Anne huffed again. "I dunno. I tried calling my dad today, but he... Mom didn't approve. I need a vacation, away from all this." she said motioning all around her. I heard Cathrine giggling from a room in the house. I blocked the sound as Anne continued. "My mom doesn't approve a lot of things." She tugged on her sweater and gulped on air. Her head leaned on my arm as she closed her eyes. "I really need a break."
-----Same as me. I need a break from my rapist father. I needed to go with Mom, but she's six feet under. Maybe that's where I need to be. Six feet under. I looked at Anne who looked as if she was sleeping. I smiled and shifted a little closer. I've never actually been this close to anyone before. I've never had a girl under my arm unless she was crying after... I shuddered and stored that thought at the back of my mind. I stared at Anne, who was drifted into deep sleep.
-----Her bleach blond hair was into a messy bun, light brown hair was at the bottom layer standing out tremendously. Her pale skin looked bruised, like someone put them there. Then I got an image of Cathrine's drunken look. I shuddered again. She was slim, with nice curves. She wore old, dirty blue jeans, and beat up converse. Her white sweater was sprinkled with skulls all over making her having a dark side. I looked at her lips that had a purple line down the side. I instinctively touched it, not waking Anne with my touch. She's abused. An obvious, sad fact.
-----We are related in ways that should not be compared. I sighed and pulled down my hand. I swallowed and watched as she slept on my arm. A smile crept on my face seeing how peaceful she was. Then I heard uncomfortable moaning from a distance. It was obvious they are having sex. I rolled my eyes letting a few tears come down. I blocked the sound away and stared out the window that was in front of me, and stared at the woods, dirt road, and brown grass. What a view.

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[diannesam]

Oh my gosh! all of Anne's emotions! I love the bonding of these two characters, it's really captivating and intense! I love it!