Ecco woke early in the morning. She didn't want to leave the comfort of her bed, but her father's drunken dozing was making her ill. She cringed as she moved, her unused muscles crying out in agony. She noticed the smears of blood dried on her thighs and sighed. She knew it was going to be a terrible day. Last night was bad, today would be worse.
She showered slowly, washing away the nights remnants. She was confused by her feelings towards her father. She loved him very much, but what had he done? What had she done? She gave up, knowing that he was going to take her no matter what. It may not have been last night, but it would have been eventually, and it scared her. She let him continue knowing it was wrong but unable to control herself. She felt nauseous thinking of what had happened. She was also curious at her behaviour. She had enjoyed a part of it, the closeness and the love. She had also resented the invasion and the audacity. He wanted her, but he had to be drunk.
What am I thinking? It was wrong, it was a mistake. Now what am I going to do about it? She purposely avoided her relection in the foggy mirror.
She got out and donned a robe to go downstairs, her brother already invading the cupboards for breakfast.
"You're up early, Dane."
"I know. I couldn't sleep. Amber is having a party tonight and I guess I am too excited to rest."
"There are going to be parents there, right?"
"Yeah. It's a bummer, but I guess that's the only way to go without getting in trouble."
"Smart boy."
"Boy? Hey, I am all man, lady!"
"Right. Go have a seat and I will make you something."
"I was going to have a Pop Tart, sis."
"Not for breakfast. I have seen you on sugar highs and I am not going to deal with it. I'll whip up some waffles that way I can use that new iron I got."
"Sure, sure. I'm gonna watch a video." He tramped off to the family room and popped in his fave. Which usually meant anything with Steven Segal. She busied herself with breakfast and decided to call her dad's office to let them know he won't be in. She knew he was going to be in bad shape and didn't want anyone to see him like that.
She had just finished calling him in when she heard moaning upstairs. She groaned inwardly knowing that the show was about to begin. She had wanted to avoid her father, but she didn't have much room for escape with living in the same house.
He looked terrible as he approached her, the smell of stale cigarettes, booze and sex hanging about him like an overcoat. His eyes were bloodshot and half lidded against the morning sun. She took a small touch of pleasure from his pain and quickly moved to avoid his eyes.
Roger sat at the table and put his head in his hands. He knew she didn't want to see him, but they had to get it out and over with. He looked up at her and tried to talk, but the searing stare turned him cold. She turned to take Dane's plate into the family room and didn't come back for quite some time. He sighed with resignation. He accepted that she was angry, but she told him it was okay. Yes, okay after you took her with force and stole her viginity, you twat. She didn't have much of a choice then, did she?
But she liked it. No, she liked being close to you, she didn't like being fucked by her father. She told me to keep going. She told me to stop. She put her legs around me. She fought against me. My God, what have I done to her?
Roger pounded his aching head with his fist. Ecco didn't see him for which he was glad. She would have taken him to hospital immediately and no questions. There was nothing he could do to make it up to her. What could he do to ease her pain. Hmn, to ease your own pain is more like it.
