Chapter 2: All good deeds don't go unpunished (Explicit material at the end of the chapter along with a trigger warning people, don't read it if you can't handle it)

Brandy awoke to pain and she yelped as she was dragged out of the tub by her hair. She struggled to protect her modesty with her hands and arms as she tumbled onto the floor, soaked and bleary eyed from sleep and tears."What did I tell you about taking baths and showers you worthless piece of crap?!?" Standing above her was her worst nightmare made flesh and blood, Shaggy Roberts tall skinny figure towered over her, face red and eyes so blood shot that she knew he had to have been vomiting rather violently very recently. "I- I'm sorry dad," she stuttered, "I just thought"-"You thought what? You thought you could get away with using my water, spending my money on your worthless self?!? I've told you time and time again that this here shower, is reserved for my son, his mama, and me." He barked." You don't have any right to this here tub, yer only aloud to use the stall provided by the school stupid girl, do I have to beat it into you agin?" He slurred darkly. And it was then he seemed to notice her lack of attire and Brandy felt her stomach drop. She knew what was coming and she flipped to scramble away on her hands and knees, knowing it was a futile effort, he always caught her, but she tried to escape anyway."Now now girly, yous gotta give the man of the house some repayment, you did after all break the rules." A disgusting smirk covered his face as he grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her towards him. She didn't know what time it was, or when her brother and mother would be back. This particular form of abuse she was very careful to keep hidden, she knew how badly her brother hurt if he saw so much as a hand shaped bruise, and her mother was indifferent, numb, practically dead inside. She kicked at her father and crossed her legs as tightly as she could. Her father had now pinned her previously flailing hands to her chest while he pressed a disgusting vomit tasting open mouthed kiss to her screaming mouth and was trying to shove a knee between her thighs as he clumsily undid his pants with his other hand. Her thighs were strong from long distance running, however a punch to the gut then again to the face had her out like a light. But naturally Brandy was an unlucky girl, she opened her eyes to the searing pain of her father tearing into her. She screamed and cried as he shoved himself into her again and again moaning into her mouth and squeezing and pinching her small breasts until all she had left were soft pitiful whimpers. He came deep inside her and then flipped her onto her stomach and pushed the cheeks of her rear end apart before shoving into a different entrance yipping and smacking her ass, calling her "daddies little whore" . Brandy screamed in pain once again feeling herself tear under his brutality, she didn't know how long she lay there and when he found his release she prayed it was over, but he forced her to her knees and choked her with the taste of herself and her blood on his penis going so deep into her throat she thought she would suffocate before he pulled out to cum on her body and in her hair. He left her on the bathroom floor, covered in blood and the evidence of what he'd done. She cried herself to sleep on the cold tile that night. And the next morning she woke up, and did her best to put herself back together, quickly and quietly sponging herself down in the sink. She sighed and dressed herself knowing she couldn't do anything about her bruised and swollen face. As she stepped out of the bathroom she heard sobbing and the last thing she remembered before the black was the sound of sirens and seeing the color red all over her dear sweet brother.