In the Morning (Sequel to Insomniac Father)

The sun rose up slowly; small rays leaked through the second floor window blinds and lit up the bruised form of a young girl. A red hand print was visible on her left cheek; dark marks that would become even darker bruises were showing up around her wrists and about her thin ankles. Even a slight mark could be traced from the corners of her mouth to around the nape of her neck.

As her chest rose and fell, the sun continued to ascend into the sky. Her curvy hips were exposed to her bare legs and pelvic region, her tank top had been pulled up past her chest and nestled itself across her neck. The rest of the material fell around her sides and pooled underneath her back.

Hours after the sun had fully risen and most people had woken up to play-out their day, Lauryn was still sprawled out on her bed, mouth hung open showing her tongue dented with teeth marks. It had been her fright and the pain in her tongue that drove the sixteen year old to succumb to fainting.

Lauryn’s young pussy was coated in a thin coat that consisted of her own blood and cum with her father’s saliva and cum. Dried spots of blood and cum that had trickled down her slit could be seen on the cotton linen that had been on her bed. When she got up, she would have to change the light sheets to darker linen. Or at least clean the sheets while her mother was away.

With fluttering eyelids, Lauryn woke up. She coughed in pain, her throat dry from crying and hyperventilating the night before. Her chapped lips called the attention of her dried tongue with no relief. Trying her best not to move her head, Lauryn searched her room for a glass of water, soda—anything—that would quench her thirst in the slightest.

She was aware that her sore, red vagina hurt. She was aware that her wrists and ankles felt bruised. She knew that her virginity had been stolen from her. She was set on the idea of not moving.

Though her stomach growled and her throat was dry enough to send her into a silent fit of tears, Lauryn laid on her bed. For what seemed like eternity she let the sun soak into her exposed skin, her developing B cup breasts soaking up the rays. Lauryn did not need the sight of a clock to know that her mother had left for work hours ago. She also knew her mother wouldn’t be back for hours.