Helpless

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[ooc: Millitimed to last night]

Her dad stood over Ramon and instead of staying hidden she had this sudden thought that whatever was going to happen had to be stopped.

They were alone and she was not afraid as she stood up and walked over to them. Her dad turned to look at her and instead of seeming ashamed, worried or hurt instead he glared at her.

"Hello, Kimberly," he said and smiled but like a wolf would smile at a sheep. And he looked through her, not at her. Her mind was sending her fight or flight messages and she turned and started running.

Her dad was faster, coming after her and grabbing her hair, snapping her head back and forcing her to her knees. She whimpered, "Daddy? Daddy it's me..."

His arm went around her neck and she struggled, not wanting to hurt him but oh god he wasn't stopping and she kicked backwards, hearing a grunt of pain and then she was crawling forward, trying to get somewhere, anywhere else, and was almost to her feet. His hand reached out and pulled her to the ground and then she was on her back and he was standing over her. She sat up to talk, to get away, to do something and he punched her, she felt the pressure and pain radiate through the left side of her face.

And then he was pulling out his belt and she tried to move backward but her head was throbbing and part of her brain could not accept reality.

"Daddy..."

He straddled her and held her hands above her head and she was fighting now but his arms were like steel.

"Wanted you for a while, not gonna make this harder on yourself are you, sweetheart?" He rasped into her ear.

She choked out a sob and tried to move her legs and her hands clenched and unclenched but there was nowhere to go.

"Get off of me, you don't want to do this, please don't..." she whispered, still struggling.

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He's not going anywhere anytime soon.

He caresses her cheek, needing to remind her that he loves her, that Ramon can't touch her, that he wouldn't ever want to touch anyone else but her, and kisses her more deeply.

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She breaks off the kiss to hug him again, her head resting on his shoulder, lips against his neck. "Want to but..."

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He nods, understanding.

"We should probably get off the floor, though."

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"Out of the water," she whispers.

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He stands, taking a dry towel from the rack and holding out a hand to help her up.

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She takes his hand and stands, only shivering slightly.

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He wraps the warm, dry towel around her and opens the bathroom door.

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She leans against him, suddenly tired. "Robe?" she whispers

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He leans back, opening the door again, and takes her robe from the hook.

He takes off his damp shirt, squeezes her hand and kisses her cheek tenderly before slipping back into bed with her and tucking the covers back around them, hoping they'll both be able to sleep again tonight.

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She feels him relax against her back and she closes her eyes, trying to feel protected instead of suffocated. But she moves forward, away from him, putting a little room between them.

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He shifts position, sitting up just a little to look at her in confusion, and then realizes.

He lies back down, maintaining the distance between them.

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She knows she won't sleep, but at least he will.

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She shouldn't be so sure about that.

He closes his eyes.