I knew I should’ve listened to Daddy when he told me about drinking after 9 pm. I tried to hold my pee for as long as I could because I did not want to get out of my comfy bed, but my bladder was not having it. Walking like a zombie with my eyes still closed, I made it to the bathroom to relieve myself. It felt so good, as I’d had one too many cups of pop tonight. After finishing, I washed my hands and could have sworn I heard something down the stairs. I shut the water off for a moment, but only quietness loomed around me.

Once I was finished wiping my hands, I wobbled back to my bed and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I felt a little saliva hit my hand and as I was turning over to get more comfortable, I heard a loud thud. This time I knew that my ears were not failing me, so I slowly crept out of bed and headed downstairs. Not one to be afraid of much, I decided to go and take a look. It probably was just my mother anyway; she always crept around when we were sleeping. By the time I made it halfway down the staircase, I heard the sound of voices and a whimper. I peeked my head over the balcony and what I saw almost made me scream out.

There my mother was, laid out on the ground tied up. I could see blood spilling from her head while the light in my dad’s study was on. I hurriedly ran back up to my room to use my bedroom telephone to call the police, but the phone line was dead.

“Shit!” I cursed. I had never in my eleven years said a curse word, and up until now, I never had the desire to. Unsure of what to do, I went to hide under my bed, hoping that the bad people would just get what they’d come for and go away. I laid still under my bed as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I so wished that tonight wouldn’t have been the night that Dad chose to hang out with his friends. Out of all the nights.

“Yo, where she at?” I heard the familiar voice say, but I couldn’t quite place it, too scared that the person would hear me thinking.

“I don’t know man. We got what we came for, so let’s just go,” another voice said.

There was a brief silence and before I knew it, I was being pulled out from under the bed by my feet. My nightgown flew up and my barely there boobs were on display. There stood two masked boys, but their piercing stare made a chill run through my spine. The tears immediately began to fall from my eyes as I called out for my daddy.

“Your pops can’t save you now Misty.” The way he said my name made me feel so familiar with him, but I still couldn’t place him.

The next thing he did was unexpected. He tugged at my princess panties before he eventually pulled them off. I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong.

“Please. No,” I cried.

“Man, what are you doing? This was not a part of the plan,” the other one said, trying to pull him off me.

The mean one only ignored him as he did the unthinkable and rammed himself inside of me.

“Ohhh, DADDDDYYYY MOMMMMY! HELP ME!” The pain that shot through me was something that I had never felt. He moved in and out of me, grunting, with sweat pouring from his forehead.

The other boy stood there with his shoulders slumped like he wanted to protest, but he didn’t. The torture lasted for longer than I could count, and when it was over, he rested on top of me trying to catch his breath. He then hopped up and began to dress. I stared into his eyes trying to figure out why he had done this to me. But I had to turn away because there was an evil in his eyes that overpowered me. The masked boys then left my room and disappeared. Just as quickly as they had ruined my life, they were gone.