Daddy please

LEILA'S POV ~

A teacher began to unlock the chains around my wrists and legs, her voice soft and cautious. "Are you alright, dear?"

I recoiled in fear, trying to get away from her, but hit the headboard and froze. "Don't be scared," she said as she pulled away, and I rubbed the sore spots on my wrists.

I hurriedly made my way out of the room when the teacher stopped me. "The principal wants you to meet her tomorrow. Don't forget that."

Ignoring her, I ran out of the strange room and raced toward the hallway. Other students were casting wary glances at me and moving away.

I ran with all my might from the school compound, the security at the gates letting me go, and when I reached the bus stop, I realized I had left everything behind at school.

Frustrated, I broke down in angry tears as I began to race home, my heart pounding with fear.

Wiping away my tears, I began to race home. Just before I could try to cross over the road, I felt my head collide with something hard. Before I could fall, a strong arm gripped my waist, preventing me from hitting the ground. My eyes widened as I saw a man wearing a large black cap that obscured his face. I mean the exact man I always see right outside the school!

"Be careful where you walk, miss. You never know what you might bump into," his gruff voice resonated in my head. My throat turned dry as I watched him inhale her scent. Noticing my widened eyes, he instantly released me and stepped aside to let me pass.

"Run along now," he said, turning to walk away. I gaped at him, wondering why he felt so familiar and not eerily like I always felt. Why did he smell so enticing?

Several hours later, I arrived home, making countless vows to the heavens to keep my sister safe and away from my father. I prayed incessantly that he wouldn't be home, and the thought of him getting his dirty hands on my sister made my stomach churn with disgust and my chest tighten.

The house was eerily silent, and my father's SUV was nowhere to be seen. My eyes watered as I breathed a sigh of relief, slumping against the front door and clutching my chest.

I sobbed, trying to compose myself, before slowly entering the house, where oddly, everything seemed to be in place. There was no sign of my father, and my sister must have been in her room.

Before I could take another step, a loud crash came from upstairs. My heart lurched as I raced up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. Flinging open my sister's door, my wide, terrified eyes scanned the room until they landed on her sleeping figure, a blanket placed over her.

A sob escaped me as I cupped my hands over my mouth to muffle the sound and moved further into the room. My gaze landed on the fallen alarm clock on the ground, and I exhaled sharply before bending down to pick up the shattered pieces.

After cleaning up the remnants, I approached Elena, watching her innocent face as she slept peacefully without a care in the world. I couldn't resist the urge to stroke her rich, dark hair, which she had inherited from our father. Most times, I hated that she didn't take after our mother's blonde hair.

If I could ever wish for anything, it would be to sleep as peacefully as Elena, forgetting my past, my scars, and my worries. To just be at peace.

A year had passed since our mother's death, and my life had become worse than hell. I was grateful our cruel father wasn't home yet, as it gave me time to reflect on the day's events and find some semblance of peace.

I watched my sister sleep for a moment longer, slowly bending down to kiss her face before stopping, realizing I was still dirty. I didn't want my soiled self to taint her pure soul. While I was 19, my sweet, innocent Elena was only 15.

Sighing, I dragged myself away from her bed and slid down to the floor, closing my eyes and allowing the calmness of the silent room to envelop me.

A buzzing sound from the trash can jolted me awake, and I jumped in fright, realizing I had fallen asleep in my sister's room. Afraid that my father had returned home, I tiptoed out of the room with trembling limbs.

I cautiously made my way down the stairs, straining to hear any sounds. The silence in the house brought me a sigh of relief. I headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

As I set a pot of water on the stove, I heard a noise coming from the living room, causing my heart to sink into the pit of my stomach. I wished I were a shifter—my nostrils would have picked up scents and helped me identify who had entered the house.

Before I could open the kitchen door to peek, a piercing scream escaped my lips as a heavy blow landed on my face, sending me crashing to the ground. I thrashed on the floor, clutching my injured eye and crying out in pain.

Tears of pain and fear welled up in my eyes, burning them. I kept struggling on the floor, gasping for air, when an iron grip tightened around my hair, pulling me up.

"Useless bitch! Where have you been?!" my father's furious, cold, and nightmarish voice bellowed, filling me with terror. He violently yanked my hair, shaking me like a rag doll and demanding a response.

"Dad, please..." I sobbed, feeling on the verge of passing out from the pain. I couldn't endure any more pain, or I would surely die. I didn't want to die now, not yet, not when my younger sister still needed me as a beacon of hope.

I didn't realize I was bleeding until I saw my father's hand hovering over my mouth. He slowly wiped the blood from my lips and showed it to me. His eyes softened, which terrified me, and what he did next was entirely expected—he pressed down on the exact spot where my lip had split from his blow, causing me to scream out in agony as he smiled coldly.

"Have you been whoring around just like your mother? Tell me who you went out to visit. Maybe I'll spare you if you're truthful," he said, tightening his grip on my hair.

"Dad... Please, no one..." I didn't get to finish my sentence before his large, hard hand slapped me across the face again, making me scream in pain.

He started pulling me around the kitchen by my hair, which I was certain would be torn from my scalp, while he continued to strike my back with forceful blows.

"Are you going to speak now, or should I get my dagger?" he threatened.

I froze, my nose bleeding and my lips trembling as more blood filled my mouth. I trembled like a leaf, praying for some sort of miracle to save me from this nightmare.

"Speak right now, or I swear, Leila, I'm going to gut you!" my father roared, shaking me violently by my hair. His other hand closed around my throat, strangling me.

I wheezed for air, my mouth gasping, desperately trying to gather any oxygen in the room, but I was too weak to keep struggling.

I tried to mumble some words, but they were inaudible, further infuriating him. He dragged me to the sink and slammed my head against it, eliciting a weak scream from me. Unsatisfied, he pulled me up by the throat and repeatedly slammed my back against the wall. I could feel my bones breaking as I attempted to struggle, but he wouldn't let go.

"You betray me, just like your mother did. You deserve death, Leila, but not until I teach you a lesson. Once I'm done with you, I'll deal with your little sister and make sure you're both dead!" My father looked like a lunatic, his eyes wild, as if he had found a new plaything.

I kept crying, trying to beg for mercy. I could feel the back of my skull bleeding, and I knew I was badly injured. Dizziness began to set in, and I feared I wouldn't be able to fight any longer.

My sweet Elena! What would become of my little sister after my demise? The thought of her fate made my heart break into pieces as my father threw me back to the cold tiles, my blood staining the once-white surface.

He began to fumble with his pants, the sound of his belt jingling as I slowly brought my weak self to sit up, my head pounding as though it was about to split into two.

My eyes turned lifeless when I felt him close the distance between us and brought out his Penis right in front of my face and then pulled my hair so I could suck him off.

Weak and nearly lifeless, I watched in horror as the kitchen door slammed open, revealing my little sister. Her eyes were wide with terror as she took in the scene before her.

No! I tried to scream, but no words escaped my lips. I attempted to push away from my father and shield Elena's sight, but it was too late—her innocent, rosy face had turned pale.

"HELP!!! Somebody HELP MY SISTER!!!" Elena's desperate screams filled the room, and for a moment, it felt as though I had died. A guttural sob escaped my throat as helplessness washed over me, watching her scream but refusing to run, perhaps fearing that our father might harm me further.

"Elena, stop!!!" I cried out when I saw my father turn to her, his grip on my hair loosening. Horror gripped me as I realized he was making his way toward her.

"Dad, please... Take me instead. Let her go. Dad, I beg of you, don't do this," I pleaded, weakly crawling to hold onto my father. He shoved me away from his legs and strode toward my sister, who had frozen in fear, her face ashen.

My father was already in front of Elena, grabbing her by the throat, and before I could scream again, he flung her across the floor. Her scream echoed through the room as her small body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice filled with pain, shock, and fury. Suddenly, a glowing white light began to fill the room.

Cold fury and vengeance filled me once more as I wobbled, pointing at my father. His eyes widened in fear as he stumbled back, his hands flying to his throat as if an invisible force was choking him.

He began to gasp for air, slumping to the ground and struggling against the unseen hands around his neck. I kept screaming, feeling my body levitate in the air, my eyes almost lifeless.

With a sickening sound of something breaking, my father's eyes turned dull, and his neck snapped to the side, his hands falling limply to the floor. My body fell back to the ground, all the energy draining from me as my eyes grew heavy.

I could only wheeze and wait as darkness consumed me once again.