On a bright hot Thursday
afternoon after my final exam, I got home so drained and sweaty. No thanks to
the friends whom I spent some of my Tfare with to celebrate our last paper. So
we had to trek some distance to get home. All I wanted was to have a cold long
shower.
Getting home to meet my dad was
surprising and uncool because I thought to myself “Ooo this man is gonna
disturb my planned long afternoon sleep today”. I greeted him smiling “Good
afternoon dad, why are you home so early today?” He smiled back and replied “I
just decided to come home to rest” I hurriedly said “okay” and left his
presence so he won’t send me to do anything. All I wanted was to take my bath
and sleep.
Immediately I left his presence
and I didn’t hear any further comments I was excited, ran into my room to
undress. I went straight to the bathroom which was outside my room. I turned on
the shower and flowed with the warm water perfectly. I just didn’t want to
leave again; every bit of the water touched me with effect. I loved it; I spent
about 30mins in the shower.
What happened next after the
shower was shocking and painful; I saw my dad staring at me lustfully when I
was still just with my towel around me. I was wondering what he needed me for;
he didn’t say anything but was just moving closer to me. I began to shiver,
could not say anything but just to stare at him and move back as he moves
closer. All of a sudden, he grabbed and pushed me to the bed; I wanted to shout
but I just could not shout. He forcefully removed my towel and he removed his
shorts in matter of seconds, I started to struggle not just because it was my
first time but because he was my father. He definitely over powered me and
found his way into me, I bleed and he still continued for about 10mins or so
before he stood up from me. I didn’t cry, I was just weak and was staring at
his face angrily but speechless. He got up, knelt down and started begging; I
was just looking at him, I didn’t know when tears started rolling off my face.
I went straight to clean up, my day was totally ruined.
Till today nobody knows about the
ugly incident after 6 months, I sometimes think about it but I really need your
sincere advice on what to do. Should I tell my mother and why should I tell
her? Or tell my siblings? Or just keep it to myself? Or even tell my
boyfriend??
Please feel free to share your
sincere and thoughtful advice in the comment box; I am really looking forward
to your help.
Yours sincerely,
Janet.
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