---- 20_My cheating wife-to-be. Faith The hospital gown barely covers me, but it's enough to keep my eyes away from the source of the pain. My heart skips a beat as | move my trembling hand down and grab the fabric to pull it aside. Time stops. It freezes while all of my senses heighten. | feel like both my throat and heart are on fire, dipped in lava, fighting against unstoppable forces. I'm not sure if the sight repulses me or surprises me. All | can say is my vision becomes too blurry to grasp the full extent of the damage. Crying. That's all | know at this point. No matter how hard | try to accept that my life is something | have no control over - each time the lower my father stoops, the more | cry. ---- Until his diabolical deeds don't stop, or | don't get some say in whatever happens to me, that man will keep breaking me. Over and over again, as if it's some kind of game. As if he wants to test how far he can go and for how long | can keep silent. But what happens when he breaks me beyond repair? What happens when | lose my mind? The grip on reality? What happens when there's no more Faith left to break? It's as if my worst nightmares have once again become reality - I'm not wearing any underwear, and the sheets underneath me are smeared in blood, and so are my inner thighs. "That fucking low-life bastard! How could he? How could he do this to me!? Why!?" | cry out as my voice breaks mid-sentence. | hate how hard | try to force myself to believe worse couldn't happen, yet all it takes is a little time, and worse scenarios come true. Why just why can't my life be the same as ---- others? | would give up on everything | have - the title, the beautiful home, the luxury and the protection. | don't need that for as long as | can have some say in what | do or don't. All those things father provides me aren't worth even half of the suffering he forces on me. | would rather die of hunger than live my life. Honestly, at this point, | couldn't wish my life even upon my worst enemy if | had one. | can't believe he did it again. | can't believe the man who raised me thinks he has full ownership of my body and life choices. No matter what, | knew | couldn't trust him, but | didn't think his twisted mind could encourage him to go this far. Once again, | am the naive, stupid girl who let her guard down around the wrong people. | want to blame everyone else; | want to scream and shout that my father is responsible for my misery, but | can't. Perhaps those are the years | spent around a Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!