Trigger warning

Delaney

My small frame trembled and my lungs contracted painfully. I struggled to get air in. Tears formed in my eyes as Scott closed the door to my bed room behind us.

I faced the other way so that he didn't see how scared I was. My body shivered was memories of my past punishments played through my mind.

Flashback 10 years ago:
"Get back here little bitch!"

I heard a loud voice snarl at me from my place under the bed. I tucked my legs under my chest, held my hands over my ears, and closed my eyes tightly as tears spilled out.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are." He taunted with a haunting smile. His eyes were black and cold.

He snagged my leg and ripped me from under the bed, causing a scream to emit from my tiny throat.

My eyes widened as I saw the rage in my foster father's eyes.

"You were a bad little girl. Bad girls get punished." He explained.

I was a bad girl. I probably deserved punishment. I gave in and accepted that I deserved it.

He pushed my shoulders roughly and made me kneel to the floor in front of him. I peered up at him with my innocent blue eyes.

He chuckled and unbuckled his pants.

I didn't understand.

I watched innocently as he pulled his pants down to his ankles.

He held my jaw in a painful grip that left bruises, forcing my mouth open.

...

Flashback 7 years ago:

My feet ran quickly across the shiny floor. Heaving thudding footsteps were heard a few beats behind my light ones.

I was forced to a harsh halt by a cold hand on my shoulder. Her well manicured nails dug into my skin, drawing blood. I withheld a whimper, knowing it would only cause more problems.

"Time for your punishment, brat!" The sharp voice of the orphanage owner snapped in my ear.

She led me to a room I was all too familiar with. I was tied to a pole in the center.

I knew what was coming. I shouldn't have tried to sneak more food. I deserved this.

I closed my eyes and waited.

I whooshing sound resinated through the air before I felt a familiar burning on my bare back. My shirt was cut and laying on the ground.

The pain intensified with each lash, until I felt blood dripping down my back and legs.

Tears brimmed at my eyes and I tried desperately to hold in my screams.

...

Flashback 4 years ago:

I laid on the dirty floor. Meaty hands gripped at my hips.

My eyes were barely open. I was so exhausted from the pain. 

I could feel his thick, dirty fingers touching me, prodding my sensitive area.

Tears of humiliation poured down my cheeks steadily.

He shoved his fingers in my back entrance. I could feel blood pooling out of me everywhere.

I didn't have any will to fight. I remembered what my longest foster father had said before he started throwing his fists at me.

"You go around wearing skirts. You're a little whore. I think you need a punishment to teach you not to, Slut." He had hissed in my ear venomously.

...

I was brought back to the present by a  steady hand on my shoulder. I didn't realize I had a flashback until I noticed I was still in my room with Scott.

The trembles in my body had gotten worse. My legs were like jello.

When I felt Scott's hand, I panicked and jumped a foot in the air. I scurried to the wall, clutching my legs to my chest.

"Hey, what's wrong honey?" Scott asked gently, crouching down in front of me.

My breathing was harsh, but I was slowing it down, focusing on things around me.

When my vision was no longer dark, I noticed the worried look on Scott's face.

"Sorry." I murmured.

I knew that I would have to take whatever punishment he gave me. I didn't want to move away from Xavier or Mikey again.

"It's okay." He cooed gently. He grabbed me from under my arms and picked me up before I could protest.

He sat down on my bed and put me gently on his bed. This was the first time I'd felt a fatherly gesture since my dad died.

He pat my head gently, hushing me quietly until I was completely calm.

I looked up at him with wide, helpless eyes.

He peered down at me, his hands in my hair and on my back, supporting me. I laid my head against his chest, exhausted from everything.

"What happened babygirl?" He whispered.

"I got scared when you said you were going to punish me. I'm sorry." I muttered. I avoided eye contact, embarrassed.

"Oh, sweet girl. I won't ever hurt you. I meant give you a long lecture, like I do the boy's. Guilt trip and that stuff. Not physical harm." He explained with a remorseful expression painted on his face.

Oh.

"I care about you deeply. Whatever you've been through, I promise to make up for it. To give you everything you deserve. I already see you like my daughter. That's why I was so worried about you today."

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I just felt out of place." I apologized.

He gave me a gentle smile and shock his head, dismissing my apology.

"Now, don't tell the boys this. But, I've always wanted a girl. Every guy wants a daddy's girl to follow her around. I love my boys, but you already have a spot in my heart."

Happy tears pooled in my eyes and I threw my arms around Scott's neck. I hugged him tightly. His words meant more than he would ever know.

"Thank you." I whispered hoarsely.

He chuckled and hugged me back.

"You should go to sleep, darling. You look exhausted. Come and get me if you need anything. And maybe soon we could do something together. Football, soccer, heck I'll even go shopping." He smiled nervously.

I laughed at his request.

"Yeah, definitely. Goodnight."

He laid me gently on my pillow, pulling my blankets around me. He kissed my forehead gently.

"Goodnight."