My Emo Princess [2]

Jane lay quietly in her darken room on her lumpy bed. She had tried to tell her father, she had tried, but if he knew the truth he'd probably kill Roman. Jane could feel the tears brewing up in her eyes, but she didn't want to cry. Roman always said crying was just a way to let the bad emotions flow from your soul, but Jane believed crying to be a sign of weakness.

Then she heard the heavy foot steps; he was coming. Jane closed her eyes tighter, praying he would leave her alone tonight, juft for tonight. But the footsteps grew louder and louder and then stopped abruptedly. Her door creaked open. Jane closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the covers. She could hear him chuckling silently to himself and she could feel his cold eyes starring down at her. He flicked on the lights.

''Jane baby.'' he whispered seductively; he was drunk. He sat at the foot of her bed and gentlely tried to pull the cover away from her body. ''Don't do daddy like this.'' he said as sweetly as he could manage. Jane held on to the covers for dear life as he tugged harder and harder, and then he finally ripped it from her grip. He roughly tossed the sheets aside. Jane lay uncovered, her only clothing a gown and under gourments. She tried to stay pretending to be asleep, hoping he'd leave, but then she felt his rough, dry hands rub slowly up her leg. He inched closer and closer till his hand hung just below the outside of her gown.

''We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Which do you want to do?'' he whispered. Jane ignored his question and allowed her body to stay motionless as his hand began to rub slighly across her stomach and up to her chest. She knew what he'd do if she creamed or fought in protest so she stayed as calm as possible and let her thought drift far beyond the sceen of her father raping her. She heard himundoing his belt buckle and then the sound of his heavy duty jeans hitting the floor.

The bed moaned in protest as he climbed in and crawled on top of her. Jane could feel the anger sizzling, but she didn't dare move or even open her eyes. He was begining to remove her clothes and kissed her cheek repeatedly. Then he kissed her lips roughly as he tore her panties from around her waist.

Then it happened. What seemed like an absolute nightmare was a everyday thing for Jane. She was emo and it was normal to walk amongst such nightmares. She groaned and squealed as the pain vibrated through her body, but she kepted her eyes shut and her lips clamped. She didn't scream, fight or cry, but did what most people like herself found themselves doing often...taking the pain.