Daddy Left Us Home Alone

Cindy and Sammy were asleep in the room they shared above the kitchen when the planter fell to the floor with a loud crash. Cindy barely stirred, but Sammy was startled out of her sleep. She wasn’t sure what she had heard, but she didn’t want to wonder so she crept into daddy’s room. Daddy’s bed was all messed up, but he wasn’t there. Sammy figured daddy dropped something and started to go back to her room. Smashing came from the downstairs and without thinking Sammy ran to what she thought was her fathers assistance. All the young teen saw was the kitchen window open and the planter and some other items crashed and broken on the floor. She didn’t think a lot of the mess and window, she just got a broom and started sweeping up the broken pottery, glass, and dirt that was all over the floor. As she swept she called out for her father, asking if he was alright. Her heartbeat raised when she had no answer, yet still heard movement. Dumping the dustpan contents into the garbage, she nervously called out again. “Daddy?” she crept towards the doorway to the living room. “Is everything okay?”

The blow to her head didn’t knock her out completely, but it left her in such shock that she couldn’t even scream out in pain. The blood on the lamp in front of her face showed what was used to hit her. A pair of rough hands were fumbling around inside her pajamas. The man’s face was covered by a mask. A cloth was shoved into her mouth when she opened it, coming to her senses, to scream. He had her pajama pants down and was sniffing her panty covered crotch. She could hear his heavy breathing and feel the heat coming through his mask. She tried to struggle from him and scoot back on the floor, but he pinned her with his massive weight. Then he pinched her inner thighs so hard, bruises formed immediately. He raised the top of her pajamas so that her 13 yr old nubs of nipples showed. She was not really developed yet, just puffy nipples on a flat baby-like chest. He rolled her right one in his fingers slowly and aggressively. Bruising the nipple as she whimpered under the gag. He used his fingernails to scratch her sides. Tiny droplets of blood formed precariously on her ribcage. His nails went all the way to her panties. He lowered them slightly, so the delicate curls of prepubescent hair she had recently grown were showing.