Dreaded night.

it's almost eleven at night Fikile has studying all night. She packs her books and slip under her covers , just when she is about to slide into sleep a loud door banging interrupts her almost peaceful evening. No one else can ruin a good mood but her drunkard of a father. Sometimes she finds it difficult to understand why her mother fell in love with this sorry excuse of a man and even had a child with him.

"love sometimes is stupid" she thought to herself. She then decided to pretend as if she was already fast asleep as they shared the same bedroom with her father in their two roomed house. The other room was their kitchen,living and sometimes a bathroom for Fikile. trying to sleep while her father horrible sing struggle songs, was a hopeless mission. she layed there hoping that soon he'll be overpowered by sleep until then her ears will have no choice but to listen.

Imagining how good her day was before this instant... a wide smile form in her face showing off her beautiful dimples. She really is a sore for an eye , she has a thick pouted mouth that is mostly complimented by her lil straight nose. her big bright brown eyes light up her lil round face. Maybe it was her looks got her rich friends because no could've been friends with such a poor girl she wasn't good looking after all. today was a beautiful day for her... apart from being the top achiever in her class Mr Zwane bought her lunch not just lunch but the most expensive bunny chow and cold drink. indeed it was a beautiful day

Fikile was disrupted from her imaginations by father slowly brushing her over her blanket. A tear threatened to escape from her eyes fearing what was about happen. As if he knew how scared his daughter was he quickly climbed her bed. " don't worry my dear ." he said caressing her thighs " There's nothing to worry about. daddy's only eating the fruits of his garden ." he parted her thighs but she pushed him not realising that daddy dearest wasn't drunk tonight he slapped her so hard across the face that she saw stars. and carried on where had left of.

she grabbed a pillow and covered her head with it as her father entered her onced. today it was different from the last tym her father had raped her... it was rather less painful or maybe it was because she decided to not fight him this cause it will take long if does that.