My hero; my enemy; my father

I lay in my bed, thoughts going through my head.

I hear something tapping on the door, a sound I had never heard before.

The door swings open wide and there stands my father. My hero, my worst enemy.

He comes into my bed and into my head.

My pajamas are coming off. He slips his hand through my legs.

I look around thinking is this a dream. Nope not a dream. Dream not cause this much pain.

I am bleeding, and crying, and scared to death.

He just gives me this look i will never forget and without a word leaves me alone bleeding.