This story contains mature or graphic content.
It was late at night, and I was on my way home from an after-school detention ...
I was in deep trouble at school, for never being in class—because my father never let me go. So, I got an after-school detention. I was terrified at what awaited at the house. I was fifteen at this time, and about to do my GCSEs. I walked up the cold, gray steps toward my small house. I unlocked the door with my school bag in hand, and I walked through into the kitchen. My dad was standing at the side of the kitchen drinking a bottle of wine. He threw it toward me, but I ducked and it hit the wall. He shouted, “How dare you stay late after school? The school phoned me and said you got a detention! You are losing your manners, Alice. I think it’s time you learned a lesson!” Holding a fifty pound note in front of my face, my father said, “Want it? Then strip naked for your father.” I responded “No! You are such a sick-minded old git.” He got a knife swiftly from his pocket, held it to my throat and shouted, “Now you stay still, because you’re not obeying orders—I’ll strip you instead.”
I tried to resist his big, hairy hand from undoing my blouse buttons. I already had enough bruising, burns, and cuts on my body—so I didn’t move while he first, undid all of my buttons on my blouse, then ripped it off of my body. I tried to put my hands over my breasts and bra, but he moved them away roughly. With the knife, he ripped my bra, and it fell to the ground. I couldn’t help but put my hands over my bare, exposed breasts, and he got angry. My dad slapped me to the floor, and kicked me several times in the pit of the stomach. He shouted to a tall, tattooed man to come and hold my hands. So, he did, then he took my skirt off, and then my knickers. He said to me in a calm voice, “Next time you want to disobey me, this is will what happen.” They both laughed, and then three other men came into the room.
