Vincent moved off the bed then reached into the box for a condom. Eventually, he lay back down next to Riley, pushing up against her body.
                          
Riley's breathing increased, and she turned her head away from Vincent's, only to have it roughly forced back to face him. "Time for some fun," he smirked.
                          
***
                          
Three hours later, Riley was still curled up on the bed, naked, staring out with a blank expression to nothing in particular. Vincent had left half an hour ago, but she couldn't even muster the energy to move. He had left her physically and emotionally drained.
                          
It wouldn't have been as bad if he just did his business and left, but he liked to draw it out as much as possible. The worst part about it all was that he made sure Riley enjoyed it too. He forced her to experience pleasure over and over again so he could enjoy the inner turmoil she was experiencing.
                          
She hated her body for responding to his touch; it was foul and disgusting. He had called her a worthless slut many times before, and she was starting to believe it. She knew she could never tell her brothers, even though she wanted it desperately to stop. What would they think of her? They would be so angry and disappointed, and the thought of them knowing was just so humiliating and embarrassing.
                          
She only had to wait a couple more months, and she would be free. They all would.
                          
"Riley!" she heard a shout from downstairs. Shit, she thought. Jason was home already.
                          
Riley hoped quickly out of bed and pulled on a dressing robe from the back of her door. She peeked her head out of the door, making sure the coast was clear. "I'm just heading for a shower," she shouted back down the stairs, and she raced across the hallway and into the bathroom.
                          
"Okay, I'll get Noah to pick up pizza for dinner," he shouted back.
                          
Locking the door behind her, she moved over to the mirror and took off her robe. She turned around to see the new scar Vincent placed on her back. It wasn't too large, which she was thankful for, and it was nothing compared to the pain she inflicted on herself. Vincent was right; she was pathetic.
                          
Thinking back on the events that just took place, her skin shivered, remembering his touch. Her heartbeat started to race, and she felt a panic attack coming on, her breathing coming in and out faster and faster. 
                          
Sliding down on the floor, she opened the bathroom cabinet and grabbed her razor blade from the secret compartment in the back. She found a panel of wood that could be pried off and placed back without anyone noticing.
                          
Bringing up the razor blade to her stomach, she sliced a short, deep cut along her rib. Followed by another one directly underneath. And another one. A sense of relief washed over her, and her shoulders slumped, her breathing returning to normal. Pathetic, she thought.
                          
Getting up off the floor, she turned on the shower and let the warm water wash away the blood and grime from her body. She did her best to scrub every inch of herself to make sure nothing of Vincent remained.
                          
Once she had finished her shower and put on a new hoodie and pair of leggings, she headed downstairs, just in time for Noah and the pizza to arrive.
                          
"Hey," Jason walked over to her when she entered the kitchen. Placing a hand on her back, he pulled her in for a hug, putting unwanted pressure on her new cut. She bit her lip and tensed up to stop any sound from escaping.
                          
"I'm sorry for not picking you up," he said.
                          
"That's fine," Riley quietly replied.
                          
Jason pulled her back at arm's length and looked her in the eyes. "Were you okay by yourself? He didn't come back, did he?"
                          
"No, everything was fine," she lied before pulling away and opening one of the pizza boxes that Noah just put down on the kitchen bench.
                          
They all turned around when their mother came in behind them, crashing into the wall on the way. You could tell she was coming down from one of her drug-induced highs. She stumbled towards the pizza box, grabbed a slice and went back to the living room without saying a word.
                          
She wasn't a great mother. Most of the time she was passed out on the couch or too infatuated with Vincent to even notice she had three kids. Riley still loved her, though, and there were rare moments where they would spend time together, but they were only about once a year. Riley's brothers, however, had pretty much disowned her already, saying that she never really looked after them anyway.
                          
Riley was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, eating her pizza and not really joining in on the conversation between Jason and Noah.
                          
"You okay there Riley," asked Noah, concerned when he noticed she was not really eating much.
                          
"I'm fine, just a bit tired. Do you mind if I head to bed?" Riley asked.
                          
"Just make sure you lock your door," replied Jason.
                          
Riley nodded, but she knew that locking her door didn't do much to keep Vincent out. He already forced Riley to hand over a copy of her key. She was fearful that her step-father would hurt her brothers even more than he already did if she didn't comply. After the first time he raped her, she didn't think he could do much more damage anyway. Unfortunately, was she wrong, and it was too late to change that now.