Daddy don't hurt me

Nova

My heart is raising when I wake up. I heard something. I'm not sure what it was, it sounded like my door was opened, but when I look up, my door is still closed. Did I imagine it? I lay still, frozen in bed. Sweating of fear. Trying to get my heartbeat under control I tell myself: there is nothing going on. Just breath. Everything is fine. Then I hear something downstairs. Where my parents still awake? I look at my phone. It's 3 am. Why would they be awake at this point of night?

I close my eyes again. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. Then I hold my breath for a second. It helps sometimes. But when I do, I can still hear breathing. That is not me breathing. I knew it. I jump up, sitting on my bed I look around. There is someone in my room. I heard someone breathing. I can't see anyone. I grab my phone and turn on my flashlight. I shine in every corner, looking for the person I that I couldn't see. I shine at my chair, my desk, my closet door, my bathroom door. Nothing.

Did I imagine it? Was I going crazy? I didn't drink that much last night. My friends Claudia and Belle kept making shots, but I only took three. It was my eighteenth birthday party. I know what alcohol does to me. I wanted to remember my party, not getting drunk and forget everything. I've been there, done that. Not tonight. Tonight I got to dance with Dane. He didn't kiss me, like I hoped he would, but I know he will next time we will get together. I really wanted him to be my first boyfriend.

I slowly get control of my heartbeat and breathing. Thinking of Dane made me relaxed. I turn off my flashlight and lay down again. God, I am going crazy. I close my eyes and try to sleep again.

'Don't scream.'

I open my mouth to scream, but my sound is being muted by a large hand pressed on my mouth.

'I said don't scream, didn't I?' a man whispered in my ear.

My body is frozen again. I'm too scared to move. I can't see his face, because he is wearing a black mask. I whimper in fear. Why is this man here in my room?

'You are coming with me downstairs, Nova.' he whispers again. 'You are not going to scream. I don't think you want to wake up your little sister, otherwise I have to hurt her.' His hand moves from my mouth to my neck. He holds it tight but doesn't squeeze. 'Stand up.'

I do what he says. I get of my bed. His hand is still on my neck. I'm so sure he will squeeze it when I disobey him. He knew my name. Who the f is this guy? 'What do you want from me?' I whisper.

'For you to come downstairs.' He pushes me to the door, down the hall, downstairs and into the living room. I just let him take me. I don't want him to hurt my sister.

'Aaah!' I scream at the sight of my parents tied to a chair, heavily beaten by the looks of it. Before I know it, my knees hit the floor, when the person behind me pushes me. His hand is on my mouth again, pressing my head against his stomach with force.

'I told you not to scream. Now I have to hurt you.'

'No!' my mother screams. A man that I didn't see before hit her so hard in the face. Now she doesn't scream anymore but spit out a little bit of blood on the floor.

When I look with my eyes through the living room, I see five men with masks on. They have guns and one has a baseball bet.

'You are a coward, Brad. Why do you hide behind a mask? Why do you all hide behind those masks?' my mother asked.

Wait, did she call a man Brad? Did she know who the men were?

The man behind me takes off his masks. I look up. It's a man with black hair like mine. He smiles at me. I can see a golden tooth in his mouth. The man has dark angry eyes, he scares me to the bones, so I look away from him.

'Long time no see, Emma.' the man said. Emma, that is my mom.

'Brad.' Mother spits back at him. Yes, she knew the man.

'I see you made a good life here. With him.' Brad sounded disgusted by the idea of it. The idea of living with my father. 'You gave it all up to be a stupid receptionist of the major. You could of have so much more, Emma. Or should I call you Emmelina?' Only my family knew my mother as Emmelina. This man knows my mother better than I thought.

Mom shakes her head. 'Shut up, you have no right to call me that.'

'Lay on your stomach, Nova.' Brad whispers in my ear. His hand trails from my mouth to my neck, my collarbone, to my left breast. I can feel his warm breath on my skin, his lips against my ear. A shiver down my spine, gives me the fight I need to get free from him.

'No.' I try to stand up, to get away from the man behind me, but with no use. His hand simply pushes me back on my knees. He is so much stronger than me. He holds my neck with both hands now, softly squeezing and making me whimper in fear again. The fight within me is gone. I'm weak. I'm so fucking weak.

'Brad, stop. She doesn't even know who you are, don't hurt her. Please, Brad.' I never heard my mom beg before. She is always so strong. A leader. She has the pants on in this household. That is probably why my father hadn't said a word. He may be the major of this town, but it's my mother who rules over him at home.

'Ah, I see. So, you have been pretending I didn't exist all this time, didn't you Emma? Well, let me tell you Nova. This man isn't your father.' He points to my father. He lowers his head. He doesn't even look at me. 'I am your father, not that imposter. Look at him, you don't even look like that man. You are mine and now I just want to have some fun with my daughter.' He starts to laugh and the men in masks laugh with him.

'Leave her alone!' mom begs him again. 'Please Brad, leave her alone. You may be her father, but you aren't her dad.'

'She doesn't mean anything to me, Emma.' He squeezes his hand tight around my neck. I can't breathe. But then he let go and his lips are back on my ear again. 'I said lay on your stomach. Now!' Brad pushes me down. I fall hard on the ground, almost hitting my head in the process. I caught myself with my hands, but they were pulled away and pushed on my back. Then one of the men in mask begins to tie them together. I wrestle to stay free. Brad kicks me hard on my back. I hear a loud crack when his shoe hit my spine. I can't help it and start to cry. The masked man holds me down, while Brad removes my pants and underwear in one go.

'No!' I scream. 'Stop. Please, don't do this.' I try to get away, so I start to kick and wrestle.

'Lay still, stupid girl.' Brad grips my neck again. 'I won't hesitate by shooting your whore of a mother.'

When I look up, I see one of the masked men holding a gun to my mother's head. 'No.' I whimper. 'Please, don't shoot her.'

'Then lay still and spread your legs.'

'Honey, don't be scared. Just close your eyes and breath. Think of something fun.' mom tries to calm me down. How could she even say that? The man that claims to be my father is about to rape me in the living room.

'Yes honey, try think of something fun.' Brad says sarcastic. I could hear him zip his pants open and dropping them on the ground.

I close my eyes. This is really going to happen. Brad widen my legs even further with his knees when he takes his place between them. His fingers are touching my folds. I want to scream, but I don't. I don't want them to shoot my mother. When I feel the tip of his member in front of my vagina, I feel sick. I can't do this. I never had a boyfriend. I hadn't even have my first kiss. Now this man is going to take my virginity. In one trust he enters. I scream out loud. His penis is so big and it hurts so much. I never felt pain like this in my life. His hand is pressed on my mouth again while he starts to move in and out. I scream in his hands when he trusts are getting faster. He fucks me hard and with no passion. I try to think of something fun, like my mother told me, but all I could think of was the pain. The pain I feel between my legs is killing me. It feels like I've been ripped in two with every trust he makes. He goes on and on, what feels like hours instead of minutes, until he fills me up with his cum. I cry. I cry of shame, pain and fear. I can't move my body, I can't scream, I can't talk anymore. I have no fight left in me.

'Now it's my turn.' the man that tied my hands said.

I can't remember much after that. They all took their turns, all six of them came inside me. I couldn't move, I was frozen the whole time. I couldn't scream, they pressed their hands on my mouth every time even if I wanted to scream. I am no longer me. My body feels numb, broken and sore. The last thing I remember, before passing out, is Brad telling to put me in the camper. I was dragged on my feet by two men. I could hear my mom screaming. She was silent this whole time.

'Nova, honey, I love you. Don't forget that.' mom whispers. Her eyes are red from crying.

'I love you, Nova.' dad said. I can see he has been crying too.

'I love you too mom and dad.' I whisper back to them.

The sound of a gun shooting, makes me scream again. This time they let me. My eyes widen with shock. Then the gun goes again. I look over to my mom and dad. One second ago they told me they loved me, now they were sitting there, lifeless with a bullet in their heads. My legs give out, but the hands were holding me tight and don't let me fall. I don't feel pain, I don't feel anything. Then everything goes black.

Lisa

The car drove away. I had been sitting in the closet for so long, I couldn't even move if I wanted it to. I was the first to wake up from the sound of the front door breaking open. I went to my parent's room and tried to wake them up.

'Mom, I think there is someone in the house.' I shook her by her shoulders. 'Mom, I think there is someone in the house.' Now I got her attention. Her eyes flew open. She was scared. I could see it in her eyes.

'Quick Lisa, hide.' Mom turns around and wakes up dad. She runs to her closet and pushes me inside. 'Whatever you hear Lisa, don't come out.'

'What about Nova?' I ask.

'We will wake her up and tell her to hide too. Just go in Lisa.'

'Mom, I'm scared.' I hold her hand.

'Everything will be okay. I promise.' mom closed the door of the closet, leaving me in the dark.

I could hear mom and dad walking downstairs. I hear a man's voice. My mom screams and I jump up. Then I remember what mom said. Don't come out. I sit back again on the floor and start to cry. I can't hear a thing for a while, only my own breathing and crying. Then I hear footsteps on the stairs. Feet with shoes on. I knew my parents had bear feet when they left, this was the person that broke down our door. The bedroom door opens and closes again. I let out my breath, I didn't know I was holding, when I don't hear someone come inside the room. But when I hear Nova scream, I know it's too late to warn her. They found her and now they are taking her downstairs.

I wait till I don't hear footsteps anymore. I open the door. Mom told me to stay hidden, but the man had my sister. I open the door to the hallway and try to hear what they are saying. I can't hear a thing. Are they whispering or something? Then I hear mom scream again. I totally froze. Her scream was pure terror to hear, so full of fear. I turn around and go back in my parent's bedroom. I need to call the police. Too bad they took my phone away. I got detention for using my phone in class, so mom and dad took away my phone. I quickly go to their bed. Maybe they left their phones here. There is nothing on their nightstands. Shit. I open the drawers of the nightstand. Yes, it's my phone! I go back to the closet and close the door. I feel safe in here. They are not going to find me. I turn on my phone. I feel like hours go by before the light turns on.

Update, please wait.....

No, no, no. This can't be happening right now.

20%. This is taking too long. They can be hurting my sister right now.

40%. Please, hurry.

60%. I can't deal with this any longer. I start to cry again. Whoever this man is or men are, they are not here to talk. I could not even think about what they were doing downstairs.

90%. Almost done.

100%. Yes. Finally I open my phone, enter my password and dial 991. Right when I press the green button, I hear a gun going off, followed by a scream and another gunshot.

'Hello this is the emergency line; how can I help you?' A warm woman's voice says through the phone.

My hands shake. I can't think, I can't talk. They shot someone. Who? I fall on my side. My eyes turn around to the back of my head. Before I pass out, I whisper: 'Someone is dead.'

Nova

It was all a nightmare. It was all a nightmare. At least I try to tell myself it was. But I can't move, my arms and legs are bound together, something black is covering my eyes and there is a cloth in my mouth with tape over it, to prevent me from screaming. I've been kidnapped. Shit.

The man with the black hair and the golden tooth said he was my father. My mother confirmed it. She said he was my father but wasn't my dad. Dad with a bullet in his head. No! I can't seem to shake the image of my parents with bullets in their head out of my brain. It keeps me awake, but all I want is to sleep again. I don't want to be awake, because when I am awake, it's all real. I don't want it to be real.

'I think she is awake again.' a man says.

'What do we do?' another asks.

'I don't know. It wasn't my idea to bring her with us. We should have killed her, like her parents.' another said.

'No.' I recognized his voice, it's Brad, my father, the man that raped his own daughter. 'She will be our plaything until we get bored of her. Then we could kill her.'

'Don't you think it's too risky to bring her along?' one of the six men asked.

'I don't think she will be a problem. Just give her the good stuff and she will be a sweet little girl for the next hours.'

I hear footsteps getting closer. There is someone standing over me. A hand takes a hold of my arm, I scream, but no sound is coming out. I feel a pinch in the croak of my arm, before I feel my limbs getting numb again and the darkness I was drifting in is taking over.

Lisa

I have been sitting at the police station for over six hours now. I can't believe they are dead. Mom and dad are dead. Someone killed them. I can't seem to stop myself from crying. Tears are streaming down my face ever since I woke up.

The police found me unconscious in my parent's closet. I woke up but started to scream and they had to sedate me. I woke up hours later in a bed at the hospital. They were trying to get me to talk, to eat, to sleep, but I couldn't. My parents are dead. My sister was missing.

A familiar woman ran into the room I was sitting in. Her arms lifted me up in a warm embrace, but I was to numb to notice and didn't hug her back. 'I am so sorry.' she says. I don't know what to say, what to do. 'Lisa are you okay?' she whispers.

I look up when I hear her say my name. 'Aunt Bettina?'

'Yes, Honey I'm here. You are okay.'

I wrap my arms around my aunt. I can see she has been crying too, but she tries to be strong for me. 'It's true, isn't it?' I ask when I let her go.

A tear breaks free from Aunt Bettina's eye. She nods. 'Yes, it's true.' They are really dead. It wasn't a nightmare.

'Lisa, are you ready to talk now?' a policewoman asks when she sees me standing up, instead of sitting on the ground, like I have been since they brought me over here.

I look to Aunt Bettina. She nods again. 'I think so.' I tell the woman. I forgot her name, but she seems nice. I follow her to another room, with my aunt Bettina trailing us. She holds my shaking hand in hers. The woman points to a chair for me to take. I sit down. My aunt sits next to me. I feel safer already with her by my side.

'So, Lisa can you please tell me what happened last night? Everything you can remember.'

I nod. My hands fisting the bottom of my pajama shirt I was still wearing. I don't want to think about what happened last night, but the sooner I talk, the sooner they find the bastards that killed my parents. 'I woke up in the middle of the night.' I began. I told her everything I knew. I didn't even know I was crying again, until the policewoman gave me a tissue. 'It's my fault they are dead. I should have called the police sooner. I could have saved them, if I called sooner.' I never saw the men; I had no idea how many there were downstairs. I did what my mother told me to do: hide. I was a coward.

'It was not your fault, Lisa. The men that came into your house were after your family's money. They took a lot of cash out of the safe, jewels and other stuff.'

'They killed my parents.' I cry out.

'And they kidnapped Nova.' Aunt Bettina said.

I totally forgot about that for a second. Oh god, I am a bad sister. She must be so scared.

'We do everything we can to find her.'

The truth comes crashing in. My parents are dead, Nova is kidnapped. I'm all alone. I have never been alone before in my life. I'm fourteen years old and I never even had a sleepover at a friend's house. My parents kept us close, safe. They were loving parents, but strict. Me and Nova were always close. Not recently though. Nova was always with her friends lately and Dane, her wannabe boyfriend. Nova. They kidnapped Nova. Oh god, what if she is dead too?

Brad

It was hot in the dressing room. Too hot. The owner of this club must be ashamed of the lack of air-condition in here. How could a normal person even breath in this hell hole? Only five more minutes before it was our time for our performance. I grab my beer and take a long sip. The others were sweating too.

'I can't take it much longer.' said Stanley, one of the electric guitarists and also my best friend. We formed a band together twenty years ago. Blood Rock was our life.

'It's too hot in here.' said Ian. Three years ago, we found Ian as our new drummer. The other drummer died during a mysterious accident. May he rest in peace.

'Why are we doing this again? Oh right, because we fucking killed two people!' Dexter said. He didn't even lower his voice.

'Can you shut up already?' I ask him. 'We were all there. She made us. We had no choice. If she hadn't called us out...'

'I know.' Dexter said. He took another sip of his beer. It was not like we killed people on a daily basis. It happened before. Maybe even more than we would want, but sometimes you don't have a choice. 'What about the girl? Why did we take her?'

'Because she is my daughter.' I push myself of the fucking chair. 'She may be my child, but she is our pet. She will come with us wherever we go, she will do whatever we want her to do. Don't think I will treat her any different than the other girls we have taken in the past.' I never wanted children. I hate children. I only found out recently Nova was my daughter. Her birthday party was big announced in the newspapers, social media and at the place we played two weeks ago. The girl that was smiling next to her parents and younger sister in every picture, didn't look one bit like her father. She looked a lot like her mother and... And me. The black hair, her big brown eyes, sharp cheekbones. Next to her was her mother, the woman that left our band 19 years ago very sudden to marry a millionaire. She left us to be with him. After all we had been through, she left and broke my heart. I could never love a woman again after she broke my heart. I only saw them as slaves. I need woman to cook, to clean and to fuck. Nothing more. We have taken women with us on tour, not all willingly, but we didn't care. We only had a few rules:

1 Never fall in love

2 Never fuck a minor

3 Never make a woman pregnant

I failed. I broke rule three nineteen years ago. I got Emma pregnant. The girl from a rich family that secretly started a band with us. She was our lead singer for over a year and then she left. Now I know why. She told us her parents found out she was pregnant and forced her to marry Julian Hawk. He was a millionaire and he agreed to marry her. Who can blame him, Emma was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Now she is dead and I don't feel guilty. I feel relieved. My heart can heal now.

The door opens. 'You guys ready to rock?' a young boy asked.

He didn't have to ask twice. We were born to rock.

The night was amazing. The public sang all our songs. The atmosphere in the room felt like home. We were home, this was the place it all started twenty years ago. We partied way too hard tonight. We needed it. Afterwards we went to the dressing room, took our stuff and went back to our camper.

'Can someone help me carry this asshole?' Henry asked. He was currently carrying a very drunk Dexter. Nick wasn't in a much better state. Why did they drink this much tonight? Where did Stanley go to? I hadn't seen him since we went off stage. We partied with some woman. Sluts.

'Ian take Nick, I will help Henry with Dexter.' I grab Dexter's arm and sling it over my shoulder. With the help of Henry, we got him to the camper and dumped him on his bunk bed. I took off his shoes. Suddenly I hear some screaming at the other end of the camper. Not really shouting, but noises. I totally forgot for a second Nova was here.

Dexter went to sleep. Nick passed out as soon he laid down. Only Henry, Ian and I were awake at this moment.

'I could use a fuck.' Henry says.

'I could use a shower.' Ian said. He turned around and walked away.

'What about you?' Henry asked me.

'I will go first. I will warm her up for you.' I wink at him, while I untie my belt. It was a strange long day today.

With every step I take, I can hear her whimper louder and louder.

'Ssssh, daddy is home.' I let my pants fall on the floor, followed by my underpants. Seeing her trembling in fear, made me even harder than I already was. She looks so delicious, my beautiful naked daughter laying allready for me to take. Yes, we undressed her fully and tied her up again. Nova laid on her side. I slowly lay myself behind her and wrap my arms around her. I pull her closer to me. 'Don't be afraid baby girl. Daddy is tired. Daddy will take it slow this time.' With my finger I wipe her long black hair to the front. She is trembling and shaking in fear. I know she is afraid of me. Good. I don't want her to love me. She will not be here for long. I get ready to enter her tight pussy, by pressing the tip of my length in her opening. I pull out once again. Then I slowly enter until I fill her warm cunt fully. Nova was screaming with the cloth in her mouth. I take it slow this time. The trust I make are soft and slow. I'm too tired to fuck her hard. My hand on her hip squeezes her flesh. She stops whimpering, she fucking froze again. She still has to learn a lot. She will learn in time to please us. In time she will be a whore like her mother.

Nova

When I woke, I was alone. I was actually glad they were away. The noises outside the camper told me there was a party going on. Rock music, people singing, electric guitars, people talking outside the camper, I could hear it all. If only I could yell for help. I couldn't do a thing. I was tied up, my hands on my back, laying on my side, gagged and blindfolded. I never thought my life would turn around this way. I didn't even finish high school yet. Two months left for graduation. Now my mom and dad were dead and I was kidnapped by my biological father.

When I heard the men coming back, I started to whimper and scream in fear. I tried to yell to untie me, to let me go, but no words were coming out. I could hear them talk. Then the shower was turned on.

'Ssssh, daddy is home.' I tremble in fear. It's him. Brad. My father. He climbs on the bed and lays behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. 'Don't be afraid baby girl. Daddy is tired. Daddy will take it slow this time.'

Why is he doing this to me? No normal father would fuck his own daughter. I could feel the tip of his penis enter my cunt. He slowly enters this time. He starts to fuck me slowly. It still hurts, but the pain fades away. I could even feel something inside of me wanting more of this. It felt good. No! I don't want this. When his hand squeezed my hip, I froze. I really don't like where this is going. Then I do something unexpected. I moan. Tears are running down my face. How could my body react this way? Why would I moan? It's not that I want to be fucked by my father. His trusts are getting faster, even deeper. His finger trails between my legs, caressing a spot that made my insides turn to life. I can't help but moan. I even spread my legs wider for him. What is going on with me? My body reacts like it had never done before. The feeling inside is growing.

'Come for me baby.' still rubbing my clit, my father drives me to an orgasm. I scream in ecstasy. Never before I felt so delightful and ashamed at the same time. I came. I came on my father's cock. Only moments later he filled me with his cum. He pulls out and leaves the bed, leaving me behind, crying, dirty and naked on the bed.

'You're done?' someone asked.

'She is all yours. I'm going to shower.' Brad said to an unknown person.

'Hey, don't cry girl. The sooner you will learn to please us, the sooner you will be free.' the man climbs behind me and it starts all over again. Fucked by another man, like a whore.