This is first story so please excuse if there are any mistakes. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 

The birds echoed in the distance but all I could hear was the sound of my heart beat.

Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump

"..Cassie!" I jumped, startled at the familiar voice. My father, a middle aged man with brown hair and grey streaks hinting that he was getting old. His big beer gut made him look almost pregnant but that's not possible after all, he's a man. 

 "Yes..?" I said slightly annoyed because I was content just hearing my heartbeat. But at last you can't escape reality for too long as it always finds it way to wiggle into your peacefulness. 

 "Can you finish unpacking? You start school next week I want these boxes unpacked by then." My father said sternly, I glanced at the clock 6:00 pm; it was about time for my father to start drinking. Just I said that I heard the fridge opening and closing, I knew he was going to open a beer and watch football. I sighed standing up, carrying some of the boxes upstairs. 

 Walking down the narrow hallway that made you feel claustrophobic, I exhaled opening my door inhaling the new room smell. Except it didn't smell like a new room at all, more like dust and somebody's foot. As I set the boxes on my naked bed, I looked around the room. So much for a new house right? Sitting on the sheet less bed, I heard it crack a bit hinting I needed a new one. I opened the boxes labeled "Cassie's room." I reached in and pulled out a picture frame. An empty picture frame, except it wasn't empty at all. Turning the picture frame with the glass side down, I opened the back revealing a picture, I removed and sighed. 

 "Mom..I miss you so much.." I set the frame on my naked bed and looked around scanning my room. A couple hours had past, and my room was almost complete all that was left was to put sheets on my bed and my pillows. I glanced over at the picture of my mom laying on my bed smiling. She was the best I mean, she was so caring. I was really young when she left and she said she would come back, I still believe it to this day but maybe I'm naive after all it has been 9 years.

 I heard footsteps coming from down the hall, my eyes widen a bit, I hurried and put the picture back in the frame and slid the frame under my bed. My dad hated seeing pictures of her, after all she did leave us when I was 7. As my father opened the door, he had his pants unbuckled and I already knew what was coming.  

WARNING SEXUAL ASSAULT AHEAD IF YOU WANT TO SKIP IT, SCROLL DOWN TO "Sexual Assault Over." 

 I swallowed my saliva, crawling back against my bed, till my back hit the headboard. He grinned and set his beer bottle down on the dresser, walking towards me. I started to cry, as I knew what was going to happen, what has happened since I turned 8 years old. What happens every time a beer bottle touches his lips.

I hated it, I hated living with him but I had nowhere to go; one of the disadvantages when your whole family hates you and your dad. At times I wish I could escape this world and forget about the awful things he does. 

He unbuckled his pants, pulling them down revealing his tighty whitey underwear, which had some unknown stain on them. Grabbing my arm he pulled me towards him, shuffling to get my shorts down. I laid there crying softly letting him do his way with me. 

After getting my shorts down, with me struggling; I mean I could never beat him. He's too strong for me. He got on top of me pulling his underwear down just enough where his penis was visible, he put his hand over my wet mouth which was soaked from the tears pouring out of my eyes. He reeked of alcohol, he inserted it inside of me thrusting back and forth. Harder, and harder with each thrust. As I got older I learned how to pass this time by, humming my song which sound distorted from me crying through the rhythm. 

"Shut up you dirty slut. I bet you like this don't you." He said grunting as he sped up hinting he was about to ejaculate. He pulled out of me and stroked his penis, until the white fluid come squirting out of him on to my leg. He threw a towel at me, which he had laying aside for when he was finished. 

"Clean yourself up whore." He said while putting his pants back on, zipping them up grabbing his beer bottle as he stumbled to the door opening it then closing it back. 

Sexual Assault Over 

Still pouring tears I cleaned myself off, and sat on my bed with my knees in my chest sobbing. I don't know how many times I've cried myself to sleep, and tonight was one of those nights. Laying down I cried, until my naked bed was soaked and I felt my face run dry and numb. I slipped into a deep sleep, dreaming is the only thing that is supposed to help you escape but for me, it was torture. 

♥

Is this Cassie's secret? Or is it much more deeper than that, keep reading for the answer.

Ending of Chapter One. I hope you guys like it so far. I haven't written a story in a long time. I tried to be as descriptive as possible visualizing as I went along.

Chapter 2 coming next week, stay tuned!