Empty

I have long blonde hair.
Big blue eye's that once were full of happiness, that are now full of fear.
My name is Hope. I am 7 years old and I from Yorkshire, england.
My mother stay's at home to raise me and my little brother, Peter.
My father was in the war. He was killed.
We are alone.
Then my Mother brings home a man. Robert.
He is very tall and muscley.
He has a red beard.
He is nice at first.
He say's to call him Daddy, I tell him no.
He smacks me on the face.
I cry and run to my Mother.
She turns to Robert.
" I would never hit her Marge" He say's.
She tells me to stop making up stoires.
I am confused.
Why is he lying ?
I shrug it off.
I am fast asleep in my bed.
I feel a large cold hand crawling up the blanket.
It is Robert.
He toches me.
It stings.
He tells me not to be naughty.
To be a good girl.
I start to cry.
He hits me in the face.
My nose is bleeding.
I stop crying and think of my Daddy.
Whom I love.
Why is this happening.
I feel him moving on top of me.
What is he doing?
I feel him push.
Then I hurt.
When he is done, He tells me I was very good.
He kisses me on the lips.
I feel myself.
It is wet.
There is blood.
I try to go to sleep.
I hope it was a dream.
Mother calls for me, I awake.
Breakfast is on the table.
I walk downstairs.
He is there.
Smiling at me.
"Come sit on my lap, Hope"
I do as he say's.
"Hope, You must have a bath today".
I agree.
Robert runs the bath for Peter and I.
Peter is clean.
It is my turn.
Robert won't leave.
"Come here Hope, I will help you".
But I don't want your help.
I don't say this.
"HOPE! Hurry along"
I slip my nighie of my shoulders.
He is watching me.
He tells me to come to him.
I do.
He grabs my hand.
He slides it down his pants.
There is something hard down there.
"Hope! Come on dear!"
He is startled.
I have a quick bath, That's what Mother wants.
"I'm leaving with out you Hope."
"I will stay with her" he say's.
No! I don't want this.
But it is too late she is gone.
I run up the stairs.
But he catches me.
I start to kick and scream.
He punches me in the face.
I see black.
When I wake, he is on top of me.
I kick and scream.
I bite his arm.
He moves.
I start running for the stairs.
He has my hair.
His got me.
I'm on the floor.
It is cold.
I close my eyes.
Dad?
Please help me?
His hurting me.
I try to move.
He smacks me.
"You're being a bad girl, Stay still for Daddy".
"YOU ARE NOT MY DADDY" I scream.
He hits me. Again and agian.
I feel cold. I feel Empty.