Page 8 of Senescence (Inferno World)

My father was a heavy walker, which had helped when I was younger. It took him twelve steps to get from the door to his bedroom to the door of mine, and another fifteen steps to the front door. After I didn’t answer, I knew he was going to come looking.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Lucy Marie, you better answer me right fucking now!” he slurred through his threat.

Four.

Five.

Six.

“I don’t have time for your fucking games child!”

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

“If I open your fucking door and you’re not in there, I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life!”

Eleven.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Fifteen.

I heard my door slam open, and the roar that left Bob’s throat. I only had twelve more steps until he would find me in his room, and God only knew what would happen then. I wanted to move. My brain begged me to move, but something held me in this spot, and my limbs wouldn’t listen to my common sense.

Bob all but ran towards his bedroom door and my exhausted mind could no longer count his aggressive steps. Flinging open the door, I watched as Bob’s eyes widened as he took in my mostly naked form. I was still wearing my bra, and my pants and panties were still around my ankles.

Internally, I chuckled a little bit. In any normal family, if a father walked in on his just barely legal daughter in a state of undress, he would immediately shield his face. If this normal father walked in to see the scene my father was currently looking at, he would probably rage out and be scared for his little girl.

Had that been the reaction of Bob Atler?

Absolutely not.

Had I expected him to leer at his naked daughter.

Absolutely.

My father was a self proclaimed, “Hand of God” and as his daughter, he owned me. Through the years he had quoted old scripture to me, but I never really paid much attention.

“What in the fuck is this?” Bob screamed, standing at the entrance to his bedroom door.

I didn’t think it was possible for more tears to come pouring out of my eyeballs, but pour out they did. Somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain, I had hoped that Bob would finally act like my father, but once again I had been mistaken.

Slowly, I watched as he crept towards the bed, his eyes bouncing from one part of my body to another. He didn’t know where to look, but his eyes told me an expected and devastating truth. He wanted to see all of me.

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