Page 71 of Fighting the Odds

Memories of that night rush to the forefront and she barely drank anything, definitely not enough to make her this drunk. I remember her disappearing for a while. I just thought she was in the bathroom or talking to one of her friends. It was when she hadn’t returned I went looking for her and found her with my dad.

But in this video, he’s got her sitting on the edge of his desk as he tries to remove her clothing. She can barely keep her body upright. She had to have been drugged.

My dad keeps looking over his shoulder at his bookcase, in the direction of the video being recorded.

The fucking bastard.

He begins to pull her pants down and she starts fighting back, struggling to get away from him. She doesn’t want to be there. Sierra doesn’t want what’s happening to her.

She’s fighting him off at first, then he leans down and whispers in her ear, but the audio doesn’t pick it up.

“Wes?” comes breathlessly from her.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” my dad says back to her and I grip the edge of my desk.

The fucking asshole.

He spins her around, bending her torso over the desk and places his hand on her back, holding her down as she squirms underneath him.

“Come on, baby, don’t you want me to fuck you? I’ve seen how you trail around me, my lost little puppy horny for a bone.”

“No, no, you’re not Wes.” She shakes her head vehemently, but the harder she struggles, the worse my dad is on her.

He takes hold of his cock and rams it inside of her pussy, fucking her as she cries for him to stop.

I can’t watch. This is too much.

Fast forwarding the video, I watch him cum, never once pulling out of her. He drops her to the floor where she’s crying as he walks over to the bar and makes another drink. He stands there staring at her broken body on the floor while he sips the alcohol from his glass.

A small bit of relief comes over me that it’s over.

But I was wrong.

Once he’s done, he picks her up and fucks her again. This time more forcefully than the first.

I look at the time stamp on the video and this goes on for an hour. I’m not sure at what point in the video I came to the door, but I honestly don’t want to know.

If it was at the beginning, I could’ve stopped this. She would never have been violated in such a heinous way.

My dad helps her stand when he’s done raping her for the final time and turns to the camera.

“That’s two thousand points for me guys, and it was just one girl. A thousand for her being underage and another thousand for her being a virgin,” my father’s smug voice says into the camera. “See, her blood’s still coating my cock. Hope you enjoyed the show.”

No!

He couldn’t have.

Sierra’s rape was live streamed to his fucking pals like it was an everyday occurrence.

I grab my wastebasket from the floor as the contents of my stomach come out.

I’m a fucking monster. Instead of being there for my best friend, I treated her like trash, tormenting her for something she never did.

I can only hope she’ll forgive me.

Then my dad’s words come back to me and all the pieces that should have clicked before do now.

He’s after Lilac.

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