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Stolen Innocence

Stolen Innocence

Auteur:RavenZ

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Introduction
"Daddy, please let me go." Broken Raped Abused Rejected I'm the girl who wears a smile so no one knows she's broken on the inside. I'm the girl who is hurting but no one can see my pain behind the smile on my face. Will anyone ever see that I'm hurt? This is the story of Zahrah.... Warning: Self Harm, Abuse, Rape and Panic Attacks
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Chapitre

  She is the kind of girl who is always smiling and loves to laugh. If you are falling down, she will be right there to pick you up. She is the one that always says sorry, even if it's not her fault. Even if she is feeling like the scum of the earth, she will never let you know. This is the girl who is afraid of love, because she has already lost so much.

  Hey my name is RavenZ and this is my 2nd book . I hope you like it. Please share with me what you like or dislike so that I can do better. Hopefully I can gain you as a follower/reader of my story.

  W A R N I N G

  This novel will contain SelfHarm, Abusive Content, Suicidal Thoughts, Sexual Content & Panic Attacks.

  READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !!!!

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  Chapter 1: Pain

  Crack, that's the sound of my father kicking me in the ribs. Crack crack, why is this happening to me? I have never done anything wrong! "Get up you worthless little bitch" hearing the coldness in his voice sends shivers down my spine, I suddenly feel him grabbing me by the hair and dragging me across the room.

  "Take your fucking clothes off!"

  I knew what he was about to do to me, but I was hesitant because he's never done this to me before.

  He gripped my hair and pulled my face towards him " Do you want me to do it for you?!"

  I quickly shook my head and pulled my pants down. He let go of my hair making my body go limp "Hurry up!"

  I stood up and took everything off my body until I was completely naked . 'It's going to be okay, It's going to be okay' that's what I kept telling myself but I knew deep down that this is not okay

  He pushed my body on the floor before getting on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance he rammed into me. "Dad, stop please!"

  I let out a painful cry but he just covered my mouth with his hand to drown out the sound of my every plead

  He kept going until I went numb. All I can think about is how wicked he could be to do this to his own child. He pulled out of me cumming on my body.

  What did I ever do to deserve this treatment, what did I ever do to make my own Father hate me. Feeling the pain running through my body, I close my eyes and let darkness consume me.

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  Waking up on the cold wooden floor, I take a look at my surroundings. Noticing I was left in the sitting room. I pull myself up by using the coffee table.

  Ignoring the pain and ache all over my body I slowly make my way upstairs to my bedroom. Shutting the door I collect my clothes and towel an head towards my bathroom. Too afraid to look in the mirror, I strip down and hop into the shower. My body immediately relaxes, when the warmth of the water hits me.

  I don't know how long I've been in here but panic starts to arise as I hear my fathers voice ringing out through the house. Oh no, he's going to hit me again.

  Getting out of the shower I reach for my towel and wrap it around me, just in time as he comes barging into my bathroom. Shrieking as I feel him rip my towel out of my hand and away from me, I cower back trying to cover my body.

  Staring at him in horror, I couldn't stop my body from shacking. What happened next scared me more than getting beaten, "Beautiful just like your mother. Shame you're spotting bruises and cuts all over that amazing body of yours" with that he threw my towel back at me and demanded me to get dinner ready.

  And that's exactly what I did, it's what I've been doing ever since my mother passed away 5 years ago.

  My family used to be a happy family, but what's left of our family is now pain and hurt. My once loving father started treating me like I was a stranger. My older sister Kiera left straight after mom funeral. And my older brother Dominic hates me with a passion, he blames me for our mom death.

  But he doesn't know the truth. Dad killed our mother, for a reason I don't know. I try telling him it wasn't me, but our father seemed to have convinced Dominic.

  Now all I do is try to ignore the pain. Sometimes I question my self.

  Is it my fault?

  Is it really?

  Will anyone ever see that I'm hurt?

  Hey guys, so this is the first chapter of my new story. I know it's short, but I hope you guys enjoyed it ! Let me know what you think about it so far .....

  Love, RavenZ