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I was sitting in the beach house,

Surrounded by friends,

Talking having fun,

Tying up the loose ends.



Mine, and two others,

Three families were there.

All together for the weekend,

New memories to share.



My family was around.

My friend’s parent’s as well.

Everyone happy and secluded,

For juicy gossiping to tell.



We all were laughing.

Tipsy adults getting frisky,

Some not quite so, instead,

Depression with whiskey.



I tried to comfort,

My friend’s dad,

Who was a little drunk,

And overcome by sad.



“Out of the mouth of babes”,

As the old saying goes.

I thought I could help,

I began my small prose.



I patted his back.

Kindly spoke to him.

A cordial smile and hug;

He began a sinister grin.



I didn’t know as to why,

He suddenly had this look.

Then this sinister grimace,

Was read like a book.



I could read his every intention

His every want and move.

And slowly he trailed a hand,

Even thought I didn’t approve.



I remember feeling his breath,

So hot and drenched of beer.

That alcoholic beverage,

When I smell, I now fear.



He cornered me in the kitchen.

I tried to protest.

But he silenced with his hand.

As he caressed my breast.



I pushed and resisted.

I tried to break free.

But the more I struggled,

The more he touched me.



This beach house was foreign.

I didn’t know where to hide.

Time was running out.

I had to quickly decide.



Finally I kicked him,

I ran for a hall.

I pushed open a door,

Ran into a wall.



I tried to run back.

But as I neared,

He was standing there,

Which I had feared.



I tried to push through,

But his brute was too strong.

As he pushed me back,

I could merely go along



His hand traveled up,

My leg and skirt.

Through screams and shouts,

I tried to alert.



Finally someone came,

As the man turned around.

My dad pulled him away,

The guy hit the ground.



My dad turned to me,

A strange look on his face,

And soon I found myself,

In the exact same place.



I was up against that wall again,

Only this time with my dad.

He was pressing up against me,

And being just as bad.



He always hit harder.

He always pressed more.

He always screamed louder,

My tears would always pour.



He ripped at my clothes.

He touched bare skin.

And sadly I knew,

It was only to begin.



I felt his body against mine.

Felt his lust growing.

All I thought of,

Were these abuses on going.



I cried louder.

I pushed still.

My strength leaving,

I gave out a shrill.



But no one came this time.

No one pulled him off,

And as he slightly choked me,

I started to scream and cough.



“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!

YOU SAID YOU WOULD STOP!”

And with that said,

I let my body drop.



Bent, I cried.

“You said never again, Never! NEVER!”

And back then I believed him,

For some reason, however.



My clothes were tattered.

My skin was bruised.

My mind was full,

Of being sexually abused.



I kept on screaming,

Through curdled cries,

“You said never again!”

I repeated in despise.



“You said you would stop!”

You even promised you would.”

And as I demanded,

There he just stood.





Inspired by: A dream I had

Dedicated to: My dreams

Created on: November 21, 2007 – 1909