...14...

It was innocence his hands were looking for
Searching for as his fingers laced the outline of her breast
She breathed deeply
Hoping someone would hear her weeping
As his hand began creeping down the side of leg
She prayed
To a God she barely knew anymore
Asked for her mother to walk through the door
For anyone to stop this man from raping her
She cried
Even when tears no longer made sense
Cried as his hands moved more aggressively along her breast
Felt his pants touch where her panties use to rest
She prayed for death to calm the heartbeat in her chest
Prayed until she found herself begging
Begging against the clasp of his hand against her lips
Could taste the fear that dripped from his pores
As his other hand explored the womanly frame of her 14 year old body
Couldn’t believe that her father was the man who laid between her knees
Or that God would once again deceive her
He said she asked for this
Asked to be touched in ways he no longer touched her mother
Started with gentle strokes at night when he tucked in her covers
Moved to him brushing against her in ways that made her shudder
Then threatening to beat her if she ever told another
Because after all she was his daughter and he is the father
And what they do
Nobody needs to know
Pushing against her as far as he could go
He tore her heart
And watched her bleed
Gave her nightmares instead of dreams
Burned a hole in her soul that her mother would never believe
And carefully wiped her tears as he got up to leave