Can't take it anymore

Stacy had nightmares about what her father had done to her, she was afraid to speak or even look at him. She feared that if she told that he would find out and beat her, and then do it again. How much longer was she supposed to take the abuse? How much longer could she stand staying silent about it? She just wanted a escape, she wanted to run as far away as she could. When your only five you don't get very far without the police finding you and taking you home. 

   As she got dressed that morning for school she  had brushed her hair in the bathroom, tears streaming down her pale white faces, her blue eyes dull and with a hint of pain, her red hair used to be long and wavy was now ear length and straight it was uneven and it looked horrible she absolutely hated it. She hated Kelly, she hated her father, she was lost in her thoughts of hate when her father had burst into the bathroom door, locking it behind him. 

   Ken knew she hadn't taken a shower yet o she was still in her shorts and tank top as he grabbed her hard from behind, he put his hand over his mouth and he stroked her body from the other putting his mouth up to her ear. 

  Stacy started to cry tears pouring from her eyes as she had forgot to lock the door to the bathroom when she walked in. She could hear his breathing in her ear as his hand pulled off her shorts and panting this time she just closed her eyes while she knew there was no escaping what he was about to do. He had something more in mind this time. 

  "Do not make a noise, or I will make sure this hurts a lot, and then I will beat you so hard you can't walk." He said undoing him pants and pulling her closer to him yanking her into a bending position. This time he wasn't just going to rub on her he was going to take away what was 'his' his cock was already hard and he made sure to tighten his hold on her face that way she couldn't make a sound. 

  He put two fingers inside her and as she got wet not because she enjoyed it or knew what was going on her jammed his hard cock inside her small pussy, he wasn't being gentle either he had one hand on her mouth and the other forcing her down bent over the toilet. He tightened his hold on her face and mouth as she started crying loudly begging him to stop, and he went harder and harder, slamming into her as she screamed into his hand but none could hear her. He forced her down more as he trusted harder. He was so close so he pulled out and came all over her back.

  He still had hold of her mouth and yanked her up with his other hand turning on the shower and slammed her into the shower. He hit her in the face, then punched her in the ribs, her chest and then he spanked her five times as hard as he could, finally he kicked her in the ribs letting her fall back into the shower, cowering into the floor not looking at him tears streaming out her blue eyes. 

  "Next time if you even so much as make a small noise I will kill you." He said his eyes full of rage and hatred as he fixed his shirt and pants. And walked out. 

 Stacy cried into the shower the hot water burned her body it felt like she was on fire, her legs hurt, she tried to wash herself trying not to cry to loudly her private parts hurt so bad and she was bleeding, she couldn't take no more. This was the last time he would hurt her, it was it, she got dressed as quickly as she could with how much pain she was in throwing on a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts that were a holy and dirty, as everything she had was. She put her shoes on slowly as it hurt so bad, she had to push through it though, she reminded herself. She grabbed her bag and left out the front door as the bus pulled up. She ran into it and sat as far away from anyone as she could.