Daddy's Trophy

While I lie here awake atop my bed, I'll tell you a story; a tale that shouldn't be said. It all started, that one, dreadful night, when my mommy and daddy began to fight. I didn't understand why they had screamed and shout. I decided to be brave, and go check things out. What I saw, I could not unsee. That's when me daddy came after me. He hit me hard, right across my face. While my mommy lied there, unmoving from her place. I didn't understand what I had done. He went on to tell me, the next game would be fun. He brought me upstairs and undressed me to the skin. I had no idea of the trouble I was in. He began to touch me, from head to toe. He then said to me, \"Honey, no one must know.\" In the morning, Mommy was fine. I asked her what happened, but she just whispered her lie. I saw the marks Daddy made on her arms. They were blue and purple and went really far. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. So I did what my daddy told me, and I kept my mouth shut. After a while of happy nights and fun days, I forgot about that horrible, ugly play. But then one night, when Mommy was gone, Daddy came home late, close to dawn. He treaded upstairs, came through my door, he told me to get up, and then threw his clothes to the floor. He took off my shirt, my cami and my pants. He moved closer to me, then he took his chance. As his lips pressed mine, and his hands explored, all I did was mumble, \"Please Daddy, no more.\" But he didn't stop, or pause in his bliss. His hands went places I didn't quite know to exist. This went on for years, until he took it too far. When I got older and knew, just what rapists are. Then one time I saw, that dreadful man. He laid on top of me, all pallid and wan. He shifted himself, ordered me to count to three, and the next thing I knew, my daddy was inside me. He heaved and he thrust, making me sore. I never thought it would end, he kept wanting more and more. He finally gasped, and laid there limp. He stroked my hair, that God awful pimp. And just when I thought, it wouldn't happen again, I kept finding him, waiting in my bed. This horrid abuse then took its toll. I'm forever scarred from what my dad stole. I couldn't trust any of my friends. I became depressed, seeking out my end. I cut my wrists, actions louder than words. But only to find myself living in an insane ward. That atrocious man I called my dad, took what he wanted and took all I had. So now I lay here, restrained and sedated. While he is free; I wish we weren't related. Such a monster that had the guts, to rape his own daughter, month after month. I'm locked up, while he can run free. And do unto others, what he had done to me. It isn't right to let him go. But how could I tell anyone, all that I know?