I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes and not see you opening my door at 2 in the morning. I want to lay in my own bed and not have to remember that these sheets, this mattress is where you took my innocents.
I'm so tired.
I want to lay here and think about her when all I can think about is how you ripped my favorite shirt and got blood stains on my perfect pair of sweats.
Busted lip and bruised wrist.
Still not over it.
I want to snuggle under my giant comforter without having to worry if it will be ripped off me in the middle of the night as your hand covers my mouth while your other is feeling inside of me.
Daddy's home. Don't worry babygirl.
I want to lay my head on my pillow without having your fingers intertwined through my hair forcing my head down as you push yourself inside of me.
Barely breathing.
I want to wake up in the morning and go downstairs to not seeing you rub your cock knowing what's in store for later.
You're staying home from school today.
I want to wake up and not see a text from you every day begging for me to come see you.
3 days and I'm slowly giving in.
I want to shatter, burn all those videos you made. Dressing up and special guest.
One more for the road you say.
3 more days. 3 more days. 3 more days.









