Daddy's Little Girl

She sat on the cold bathroom floor shivering. Tears streamed down her face, as she relived the terrible experience from earlier that day. She could still feel her daddy's touch. She felt so dirty. The girl slowly stood up and walked over to the sink. Her delicate little hand reached for the washrag, as the other arm extended to turn on the faucet. She flinched as she glanced down at the hand-shaped bruise on her wrist. 1

The girl took off the shirt which daddy had so cruelly and violently taken off of her earlier that day, and then given back after he had had his way with her. She began to scrub at the skin where daddy had touched her. She scrubbed harder and harder until her skin felt as though it might fall off, and then she laid her small bruised and beat body on the floor and wept silent tears of shame.2

A few minutes later she heard footsteps outside the bathroom door. Her heart began to races they came closer and closer. 3

“You in there still?” her father said in an agitated sounding voice.4

The girl was afraid to say anything, but she was more scared of what would happen if she didn't.5

“Yes daddy,” she replied shakily. 6

“Get out here now!” He shouted. 7

The girl's father began to pound on the door, demanding that she open it. The girl scooted against the wall as far away form the door as she could. She knew what was coming, what he had in store for her. 8

Suddenly the pounding on the door stopped. The girl sat there, terrified, hoping that her father had given up. After a few silent moments, she went to the door, and quietly and slowly opened it, peering out to see if he was still out there, waiting for her to do just that. She saw him nowhere. She crept up the stairs, and walked to her bedroom door, and once again, she quietly opened it and peered in. 9

There he was, sitting on her bed, waiting for her. If he had not seen her, she would have run back downstairs and locked herself back in the bathroom, but she was not so lucky.10

“I wondered if you were ever gonna come out of that fucking bathroom,” he said in a quiet, but threatening tone. “Come over here, and talk to me for a little while.” His lips curved up into a sick smile that the girl would remember for the rest of her life.11

“Now, why did you lock yourself in the bathroom when mommy left again? I told you that we weren't done yet, and we would have to wait till she left to go back to work. You really hurt daddy's feelings,” he whispered softly into the girls ear. 12

“Sorry daddy,” she replied. 13

“Don't you love daddy?” he asked her, trying to make it sound like an innocent question.14

She didn't answer, but instead looked down as tears started to roll down her face. She didn't want him to know she was crying, because crying was against the rules, and made daddy very, very mad. 15

Not a single sound escaped her mouth as her daddy got off her bed, grabbed her by her wrists, which were already bruised from earlier, and threw onto the bed. The girl felt her daddy put his hands on the places that mommy had told her that no one was supposed to touch. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to stop, but she knew that that was against the rules too, so she laid there quietly, every know and then letting a small whimper escape, until daddy was done.16

As he got up and left the room, he turned and said, “That's daddy's little girl.”17