The throbbing in her head was only overshadowed by the stabbing pain in her back. A pale hand rose to touch the knot forming on the back of her head tentatively; another gift from her 'daddy' as he liked to refer to himself. 'Some daddy…' She thought bitterly, with a wince. Even the act of thinking caused another throb of pain to shoot through her skull.
Shianne was desperate to get up from her bed, but every move she made only increased her pain that was raging havoc on her body and causing her stomach to twist and gurgle with nausea. Rolling over onto her stomach, she panted for air, taking note of the burning pain in her chest with each intake of breath. Blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she struggled to find a position where the pain faded, but the position of the bruises and scratches that covered her body made it impossible for her to find comfort.
She thought back to what had led to her current state, but no matter how hard she tried, Shianne could not find any cause for the attack; but that was often the case these days. Her stepfather would find any little reason he could to put his hands on her, even if it was something he invented inside the confines of his own mind. Once he had broken her jaw just because he thought she had crept in his room and fondled him while he slept. The accusation had caused her to laugh at the absurdity of it, but that was the last time the woman had ever laughed at the ridiculous dribble that spilled out of her stepfather's mouth. He had punched her so hard, Shianne had actually seen stars, and she believed that for a minute or so she had blacked out. When she finally became aware again, her stepfather had been yelling for her mother to take Shianne to the emergency room, claiming that she had fallen against the kitchen cabinet and broken her jaw. Her dimwitted mother of course had believed them, and called Shianne a liar when the girl tried to say otherwise.
Today's beating had been just a case of walking into the house at the wrong time. Her stepfather, now unemployed and bitter by the loss of his job had been sitting at the kitchen table when she had entered the house. Shianne had taken every precaution to make sure she didn't make a sound as she tiptoed past the man and headed to her bedroom. She had thought she had gotten off lucky and actually made it to the safety of her room without encountering a fist, but her luck had been a figment of her imagination. No sooner had she placed her books on her desk and turned to change out of her clothes did she find herself topless and pinned to her bed by an extremely angry and disturbingly aroused man.
For the first second she had been completely stunned and had no clue what was going on, but that shock faded the second a fist began pummeling her head and back. The hand that wasn't beating her was creeping along her body, fondling and squeezing her exposed breasts and pinching her flesh. He had called her a slut, and accused her of trying to seduce him. She had managed to stay silent and not say a word, hoping that is she lay there and took it he would hurry and leave her alone. Unfortunately for her, her silence had only egged him on further.
Nails had torn into the skin of her back, as he scratched her, screaming that he would scar her until no man would ever want her. It was after the fifth…maybe sixth blow to the head that the girl had passed out. When she finally came to, her stepfather was gone and Shianne was lucky enough to still have her pants on and fastened. It was the only blessing that she had to be thankful for, but she held onto it.
Now she was struggling to get up from her position on the bed, the need to get to her phone motivating her to ignore the pain and move. It took all the strength that she had, but she managed to sit up and slowly push herself off the bed. Using her chair for support, Shianne shoved her books to the side in search of her phone which she had dropped off along with her books. Finding the device, she lowered herself down into her chair and unlocked the screen.
Skimming over her contacts, she stopped at the number of the only person who had ever believed her; the only person that she trusted. Swiping her finger across the screen, she chose the text option and began to type in her message. [Please, hurry and get me. He's gone and I need to get out of here.]
She hit the send button and slouched back against her chair. Shianne knew she should probably finish getting changed, but she couldn't for the life of her convince herself to move from her spot. The pain was too much, and knew if she moved the wrong way she would end up vomiting all over her floor, giving her stepfather yet another reason to knock her around. So she waited, her head resting against the back of her chair, and her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes gradually grew heavy, and after several minutes of fighting off her fatigue, she fell into a light, but troubled sleep.
