The next morning she got up around 10 o'clock and went down stairs, hissing as walking down the stairs jumbled her ribs. Feeling a bit better, and numb, she ate some breakfast and began picking up the kitchen.

She hummed one of the few songs she knew; Cemetery Gates by Pantera.

Before she noticed, she'd finished the kitchen and was half done with the living room. Marina hummed another song she knew; Iron Fist by Motorhead. As you may have noticed, Marina doesn't really know any newer bands, just the classics she'd herd from walking past Guitar Center. Deciding most of the about 10 songs she knew, were too short, she began to hum Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven.

After an hour, she'd finished the whole house. Except for her father's room. Marina has been afraid of that room since the first time he violated her. But she knew she'd get beat if she didn't clean his room as well; she's in no condition for another beating. Gulping, she reached for the cold knob, twisting it and pushing open the door. The wooden floor was cold under her bare feet as she walked in. She put the clothes littering the floor in the laundry basket, changed the sheets and put the dirty ones in the basket, changed the waste basket, cleaned the boogers he'd stuck to the night stand off and reached under the bed.

Her fingers incountrered something that was smooth, she pulled it out to see it was a book. Not just a book, a diary. Knowing that her father wouldn't return for a few more hours, she sat on the floor and opened the book to the first page.

 

2010 – August 13th I'm starting to get turned on by Marina. The little things she does just... The way she bites her lip, how she walks, how submissive I bet she'll be. She'll lay there and take it like a good bitch. If she doesn't, she'll learn to. Her birthday is in a few days, I'm gonna give her a hell of a present. Even if it's more for me. She furrowed her eye brows and turned to the next entry.

2010 – August 19th I did it. I boned Marina and her virgin pussy felt amazing! Yeah she cried and screamed but a quick punch shut her right up. It's so funny how she's walking funny today because of me. I loved her screams of pain and the blood that came out of her pussy, it made me even hornier! How my sperm could have helped make something so fucking sexy I'll never know!
Marina began to feel tears sting her eyes as she turned the page and read on.

2010 – November 4th I fucked Marina again, I couldn't help it! She's just so god damn perfect! Her pussy is still tight as all hell, I'm so glad she's infertile so I don't have to use a condom! She's only a half woman, no man will ever want her for that reason. Women are only good for two things; kids, if you want them and sex. Marina definitely has the sex thing going for her but the bitch's ovaries are completely fucking empty! “Half a woman?” Marina wiped her makeup less eyes and read the next entry.

2011 - February 22nd The bitch came back today, took some beers and left. How the fuck did Marina come from her? Marina is a much better lay than that whore. Speaking of, she doesn't fight anymore; I knew she'd learn. She fucking lays there and takes it. That spineless slut. Marina was noticing that so far, everything she'd read spoke of raping her. Was her father more evil than she thought?

Her tears began to cascade down her face as she went on reading.

2010 - April 16th Work is hell, I do all this work and what does Marina do? Fucking nothing! She goes to school and comes home. Maybe one day she won't have a home to come back to! That bitch is so fucking lazy! I had to use my leather belt on her today. That slut is gonna learn. These entries tore at her heart, and grew her hate her father even more if possible. She couldn't bring herself to read on. Closing the book she slipped it back under the bed where she got it, took the laundry basket and left the room.

She did the laundry and had some lunch, by then the laundry was ready for the dryer so she put it in and started it up. Around 3 o'clock, everything was done. Laundry done and taken care of, house picked up and swept, refrigerator was gone through and cleaned...everything. Marina's numbness was beginning to wear off. She could now feet a tight pain in her torso, her ankle throbbed and was swollen. She got a bag of ice and hobbled to her room, laying on her bed and putting the ice on her ankle.

Her dad left a note saying he had a date, so wouldn't need dinner to be made so she fell asleep. Synyster and the rest of his band had sat out side the school in their car for the past two days with no sight of Marina.

They were very worried, and decided to have a chat with the girls who hurt her. The four men got out of the van, ignoring the looks they got as they walked onto the school grounds. They soon found the trio they were looking for, laughing together. The girls looked at them as they approached them.

“Hey boys, decide to break the rope and some high school girl action?" Becca smirked.

They snickered. “Where is Marina?” Matt asked.

Becca's smirk fell. “Oh, you want to talk about the emo. We haven't seen her sense...you know.”

“You sure?” Zacky asked.

“Yeah, now are any of us gonna get laid or not?” Becca asked impatiently.

“No, your on your own.” Syn made a gagging noise as they walked off.

When they got back in the van, this time with Matt behind the wheel, Johnny declared “We need to find that address.” They all agreed and Matt pulled out of the parking spot they were in, headed for where he guessed the address to be. After hours of driving they found it and parked in front of it. They drove for an hour or two before finding it in an alley. It was dark out now, the lights in the house were off. They all piled out of the van and walked up to the door, it was amazingly clean but no one was in sight.

“Hey, there's a door back here!” Johnny whispered loudly from the side of the house. They all went over to see a door that's knob was broken, they pushed the door open and went in. Syn and Matt went up the stairs as Zacky and Johnny snooped at the down stairs. Matt texted them that they found her. Soon they all shuffled into her room and lookd at her. Her neck was dotted with bruises, her face had a couple scars.

Her room was nothing more than a mattress on the floor and a dresser barely half filled. Syn took a deep breath and slowly climbed on the bed, over her so if she fought she wouldn't try to get away, he had one knee per side but didn't touch her. He woke her by putting his hand over her mouth. Her eyes snapped open and she looked around at the strange men who'd broken into her house. She couldn't see their faces due to the dark.

“We aren't going to hurt you, Marina. We are going to take you away from here. Will you come with us willingly?” he asked softly. She thought about it for a moment before nodding. Syn smiled and took his hand off her mouth, getting off the bed and watching her sit up slowly.

“What's wrong with you?” Zacky asked.

“My rib is broken and my ankle is sprained.” “No walking for you. I'm going to pick you up. Ready?” Syn asked. She nodded and let him lift her bridal style, releasing only a small hiss of pain that he didn't hear.

“Tell them what you need and they'll take it with us.” he told her.

“My clothes..uh...my back pack...that's really it.” They nodded and grabbed the few items, leaving the house before coming back empty handed. Syn carried Marina to the van where he carefully set her down in the seat and buckled her up.

“Oh, there's a book under the bed in the big bedroom, can someone get it?” Johnny jogged out and returned with it, handing it to her. She thanked him quietly and fell asleep against Syn's shoulder. ‹ Chapter 4

Notes

So Marina went willingly but dosn't know who she's leaving with. She meant that she'd leave whenever she could, no matter what. Did you expect her to put up a fight? Do you think it was a good idea to take her father's diary? Why? why not?