• Chapter one
    Hezekiah rested with his fathers and was buried on the hill where the tombs of David’s descendants are. All Judah and the people of Jerusalem honored him when he died. And Manasseh his son succeeded him as king. ~ 2 Chronicles 32:33

    “I stayed up for weeks, crying. My brother was the only person that cared for me. He was my protector, the only person that kept my dad inline.”



    I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my face. It hadn’t been a week since my brother got in that terrible car accident. He snuck out of the house to go to a party with his friends. He was suppose to be the designated driver but he had a few drinks. He drove home and ended up driving off the road. Two of his friends made it out with broken bones, and one is in a coma. But he didn’t make it out. The air bag snapped his neck and killed him instantly, not to mention that he had run into a tree and a branch had run him through.
    There was a knock on my door. I didn’t say anything, trying to collect my thoughts. I whipped the tears that fell from my eyes. Get a hold of yourself Luna.
    “Luna? Luna, unlock the door” My father called from the hallway. I reluctantly got up and unlocked the door. He came in and shut the door behind him, locking it.
    “What do you want dad?” I asked unknowing of his intention. He sat on the end of my bed smiling at me.
    “Where’s mom?” I asked not looking up at him.
    “She went to her meeting at work.”
    “Oh, throwing herself into her work as usual?”
    “Yup” Though I did not look up at him, I could feel his eyes on me. He got closer to me.
    “Sweetheart, don’t fret about your brother. He’s in a better place now.”
    “It doesn’t matter. He promised me that he’d be back to be with me before he snuck out.”
    “He did?”
    “Yes” my tears began to fall once again. I couldn’t help to believe that it was my fault, like he had those drinks just because he didn’t want to come home, like he didn’t want to be with me. So he drove off the road on purpose.
    I could feel my father’s hand moving down my back. But I didn’t pay any heed to it. I thought he was just rubbing my back to comfort me. But then, it stopped at the hem of my pants, his fingers gently slipping under the fabric. I swiped his hand away from my back pushing him away.
    “What are you doing dad?”
    “Shhh. I’ll make it okay”
    “Dad?” I was confused. As he moved closer to me, I could feel his hands move to my zipper. I tried to move away, but he cornered me on the bed.
    “I’ll make it okay” he said one more time. He slipped off my pants, as I began to cry. Then, he molested me, and raped me.
    The next morning I didn’t get out of bed. Dad was happily humming in the kitchen. I knew what he was doing. He was making my mother breakfast. When my mother gets down there, she’ll give him a thanks and kiss him. She would eat, then take off for work. Unknowing of what had happened when she wasn’t there yesterday. I wanted to tell her. But I didn’t have the strength to. I couldn’t tell anyone.
    I reluctantly got up and got ready for school. I brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth. After getting on my black boots, i went down stairs. I wore my uniform for the private school that my mother had put me in once she had enough money.
    “Mom, can you take me to school?” I kept my eyes off of my father, but I know that he kept an eye on me.
    “Sure sweetheart. I’m leaving right now.” She said grabbing her coat and car keys.I turned for the door and began to walk away, in a hurry to get out of that house (In other words, away from my father). I got into the car after my mother unlocked the door. She made her way to the other side of the car and got in. I looked at our living room window where my father stood. He was staring at me. And I knew what he was thinking. He got his way, and he planned to get it again.
    I was silent on the way to school. I know that my mother should have noticed it. But, because she is my mother, she was to busy taking on her Bluetooth. Something about, spreadsheets needing to be printed by the deadline no acceptations. I stared out the window, questions rambling through my head.
    What was he thinking when he did that to me? He loves mom doesn’t he? Why did he choose me, his own daughter? He couldn’t have just go find some Hooker? Or was it because you have to pay for hookers, and I’m free? I lost my virginity to my father. My father.
    She pulled up to my school, not even once setting down her phone. I got out, and as soon as I shut the door she peeled out of the driveway.
    “Love you too, mom.” I whispered.
    Maybe its moms fault that he did it. Maybe she hasn’t been giving dad what he needs, and since I look like her, dad turned to me, to receive it. I guess that all I can do is wonder why. I wont truly know.