|Who Did This To You?
Author: RealMe07 PM
Sahsa's home life was bad. Everyone knows that. But no one knew it was ever this bad...till now. Michelle was the only one she could go to. Can she help? WARNING: MATURE THEMES! There isn't anything too bad or descriptive, but I just want to warn any easily offended or younger readers.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Sasha T. & Michelle S. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,791 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 01-28-13 - Published: 09-30-12 - id: 8569973
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"Who did this to you?"
The dancer held the small object up to the teenager's wet-from-tears face.
"Well?" She was growing impatient.
"My…my dad." She stared blankly at the wall and noticed out of the corner of her eye her teacher wipe a tear away from her cheek.
"I thought he…"
"No; he's not gay. That's his excuse. It's been that same excuse for years which caused my parents to fight."
"Honey, he's raped you since you were thirteen?" The crying teenager nodded into her knees which were pulled up to her chest. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"He has a gun."
Three years ago…
He threw his naked little girl against the bed with no shame, pity, or heart and left her there after the spine-chilling abuse was over.
Sasha Torres was left crying on her bed with pink flower sheets on them and teddy bears from left to right. Her father threw her purple dress at her to put back on-not that he'd care if she didn't. He zipped up his pants and buttoned his shirt.
"Clean your room. I don't want any evidence you worthless bitch."
She leaned over to pick up the phone and call her mother from work about her father's abuse, but her grabbed her wrist so hard it left bruises.
"Don't make me use this." He held a gun to her head. She swallowed hard, released her hand from the phone's handle, and nodded solemnly. He released his grip from her wrist and saw he had left yet another bruise. "Whoops. Go cover it with your mother's makeup and a long shirt. You'll need to know this drill. It won't be the last time you do it."
The little girl dressed and went to her mother's makeup drawer.
Most thirteen year old girls go through their mother's makeup to cover acne, this girl was covering bruises.
"Well I'm just surprised you weren't pregnant a long while ago. If he did this almost every day…"
"He wears condoms and makes me take birth control."
"Then how did this happen?" The woman pointed to the girl's stomach.
"He said it was normal for rebel sixteen year old girls to get sexually active and become teen moms. So he threw out his condoms. I still took the birth control but then I ran out and couldn't buy any on my own. It's Paradise…news spreads fast, you know."
Michelle walled into the girl's dressing room humming to Jesus Christ Superstar and tripped over Sasha Torres's ballet bag. She heard something crunch. Michelle leaned down and picked up what she thought was and old package of gum until she flipped it around and saw birth control pills filling the little slots.
Sasha came in and saw her with them.
"Excuse me?" Michelle turned around in shock of being caught and of what she had discovered. "I didn't ask you to go through my bag, bitch."
"Excuse me?" Michelle raised an eyebrow in offence. "I don't think sixteen year olds should be hooking up!"
"I'm older than you."
"You did then, too."
"You weren't there. You wouldn't know."
"At least I have a good reason."
"Then tell me you slut!" The teenager fell silent. "I didn't think so. There isn't a good reason to be on birth control for having sex this young! Trust me, I know too well. Stop doing this and stop being a prostitute!"
She ran out of the room, leaving the pills behind.
"Honey, I'm so so sorry I yelled at you when I found them in your bag."
"It's fine. You tried to protect me and I tried to do the same."
"No, it's not okay." Michelle sat on the edge of her couch where Sasha was. I didn't let you explain and you didn't take the pills…I messed up. I'm so so sorry."
"I don't need sorry. I need my life back."
"Why would you come to me for any advice? What about Fanny or your friends?"
"They wouldn't understand…plus you pretty much already knew most of it. You did find the pills."
"I'll help you get through this."
"You'll move in."
Author's Notes: That's right; Sasha is pregnant with her father's baby. Messed up, huh? This random idea came to me, and I knew I had to jot it down! Tell me your thoughts!