When Nicole arrived home from school, she was petrified. The coffee stain still remained on the carpet from earlier. She immediately took a shower and got dressed in her white nightgown to sleep it off.
She walked into her room and threw herself on her bed and tried forcing herself to go to sleep. Just as she started dozing off, a loud bang! Bang! sounded.
“Honey! I got of work early today!”
Nicole screamed, she bolted off her bed and ran into the hallway to run out the front door. But suddenly, she ran right into her Foster Father.
He grabbed her by her that at a blinding speed, “Got ha,” he said with a sinister tone, then he let go o her and slapped her across the face. Hard. As she hit the wall, some pictures fell and hit her on the head.
She tried using the wall to help her up, but her foster father kicked her in the face, causing a nosebleed and a bruise on her right cheekbone. She landed flat on her back, trying not to cry.
The crying would only make her Foster Father beat her worse.
Instead, Nicole twisted her face in pain, holding a yelp of agony and tearful sobs.
Her Foster Father grabbed her by her hair, she kicked and struggled and thrashed against him pulling her downstairs into the basement, which was soundproof, so Nicole could scream as loud as she could, but no one could hear her.
Halfway down the stairs, he tossed her, sending her tumbling and she rolled down the rest of the way, then landed on her tailbone. The breath in her lungs flew right out o her like wind.
Her Foste Father grabbed her by her jet black hair again, then tossed her on a bed. Nicole fell on the bed and screamed and struggled against her Foster Father climbing aboard her.
“Why do you keep struggling?” he asked as Nicole screamed louder, “You know I always win.” he was right too, he was 6″8′ and semi-wide. But, that still didn’t stop her from fighting. Even until she was weakened or dying, she’d still fight him. Nicole had a will stronger than a chain of iron.
Her Foster Father grabbed her arms and pinned them down with one hand, and with the other, he laced his fingers down her cheek and chest. She knew exactly what he planned to do.
Nicole kneed him in the nuts with almost every ounce of strength she had, and her Foster Father doubled over, letting go of her along the way.
He had actually succeeded a few times with what he had planned before.