Helen sat up in her room, chewing on her bottom lip as she heard her father downstairs, drinking again. With each passing moment and each bottle that was smashed against the floor, she grew more and more anxious and nervous. She was tucked away in the small room that used to be an attic but was now what she called her room. It had a small mattress tucked in one corner, with a dresser, a mirror, a brush and a small desk pushed into the other corner. She listened for any other sounds outside of her father's outrageous drinking, then she heard the door click open, though, it was faint and hard to hear. Her heart seemed to stop for just a second and, then, it started pounding again as she heard her brother's voice. Oh great, the two of them together was never a good combination for her as she pulled up her knees to her chest and leaned back against the wall on her mattress as she listened to the pair of them talking, the slurred voice of her father combined with the low, quiet voice of her brother.
She swallowed hard, wondering what activities they were planning tonight, she wanted to run, and she had fought, but since then she had learned that running, and fighting would ultimately lead to a punishment and so slowly she had stopped. Though, she would still try to run or fight if there was a slight chance that she might overpower them and get out of the house, though it didn't happen. She kept chewing on her bottom lip as she laid her head on her knees, still listening to them as she kept quiet. Perhaps, if she was quiet, they would forget that she was there, though that was doubtful as she listened, remaining quiet, and hoping against hope that they would just leave her be.
Helen was modest and humble when it came to her looks, but sometimes she understood why her father and her brother desired her. She had long, dark brown, almost black locks that fell to her shoulder blades and that framed a caramel skin toned face. She had a light sprinkling of freckles and a natural blush that seemed to highlight her hazel green eyes. Her neck curved down to meet her chest, where two C cup breasts perched, perky and round, not too big and not too small, but just right. Then, her chest curved down to a slimed, but toned torso which curved out to form wide, broad hips that often times her brother and her father would grip and cop a feel of. Then the hips slimmed down and smoothed out into two slim, toned and tanned legs. She kept chewing on her lower lip as she listened to the two of them talking, hearing another bottle smash against the ground.
She swallowed hard, wondering what activities they were planning tonight, she wanted to run, and she had fought, but since then she had learned that running, and fighting would ultimately lead to a punishment and so slowly she had stopped. Though, she would still try to run or fight if there was a slight chance that she might overpower them and get out of the house, though it didn't happen. She kept chewing on her bottom lip as she laid her head on her knees, still listening to them as she kept quiet. Perhaps, if she was quiet, they would forget that she was there, though that was doubtful as she listened, remaining quiet, and hoping against hope that they would just leave her be.
Helen was modest and humble when it came to her looks, but sometimes she understood why her father and her brother desired her. She had long, dark brown, almost black locks that fell to her shoulder blades and that framed a caramel skin toned face. She had a light sprinkling of freckles and a natural blush that seemed to highlight her hazel green eyes. Her neck curved down to meet her chest, where two C cup breasts perched, perky and round, not too big and not too small, but just right. Then, her chest curved down to a slimed, but toned torso which curved out to form wide, broad hips that often times her brother and her father would grip and cop a feel of. Then the hips slimmed down and smoothed out into two slim, toned and tanned legs. She kept chewing on her lower lip as she listened to the two of them talking, hearing another bottle smash against the ground.