I used to love these woods. As a child, I'd spend hours playing hide and seek here.
But tonight, I daren't think of those times. I was innocent then.
The night is black and still. I'm pushed hard against a tree, my nose squashed into the bark and rough hands are pawing at my flesh. My discarded underwear lies in a heap on the uneven ground at my feet and my mouth is sore and dry from the constant effort of screaming.
"Help me" I try to yell, but my voice is muffled. Nobody hears my futile cries.
"Shut up." He yells.
His fingers become more insistent. Prodding. Poking and his breath smells of cigarettes and cheap whiskey. Bile rises in my throat.
I begin to sob. Silent tears fall. Their saltiness stings my lips as they hit the open wounds he's inflicted there. I want to die.
"Stop right there!" A sweet masculine voice shouts in the darkness. I see a beam of light in the darkness and a torch shines into my face. Pushing my hands up to shield my eyes, I take advantage of my tormentor's uncertainty and move slowly away from the tree.
My saviour speaks again. "What's going on here?" He turns to me and despite my pain I feel the beginnings of an erection. I can't believe he's actually here.
Crouching on the floor, his dark eyes boring into mine, I smirk at the broken man who is my father. It's over now.