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  Auctioned

  By: Lucie Morales

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 Lucie Morales.

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  Chapter 1

  "75 dollars!" someone called out. Hey! More than that!

  "80!" someone else called not long after. More...

  "95," someone stated, but I don't think they really wanted to be here though. I sighed.

  This auction started at 10 dollars, 10 minutes ago. My so called dad started all of this.

  Okay, you must be a little bit lost.

  Well, about 2 weeks ago, I turned 16. Which, where I come from, is the official teenage year. So, I'm officially a teenager...2 weeks ago. My dad hasn't ever liked me. He said I was an accident, but my mother refused abortion. Oh, my mom...

  How she ever put up with this evil, demon man, I'll never know. He's selling me for God's sake! Who in their right mind sells there kid?! He was supposed to love me!

  No.

  He only "loved" me when Mom was alive. Yeah, that's right, my mom died. Exactly 2 years, and 2 weeks ago today.

  Exactly the day of my 14th birthday.

  She was so beautiful, so graceful, so sweet. I loved her. So did dad; I could tell. Sadly, I don't think he ever really loved me. I believe he only "put up with me” for Mom’s sake.

  “110 dollars!” I narrowed my eyes at the stage floor I was staring at.

  Anyway, my dad is a very possessive, very jealous type of person. He said I took her away from him and took all of the time he would have had with her. He also says that I should have been the one to die, not her. But, for some odd reason, no matter what he says, there’s something inside of me that still loves him and believes he loves me.

  “120!” I growled silently.

  How could I even think he loves me?! He’s freaking auctioning me off!

  My dad was always protective of me when I was younger. I was never allowed to have a boyfriend, he always stuck up for me, was always on my side of arguments with anybody. But, the older I got, the less he cared. Why? Mom was still here, right? Right. She was. So, why did he start to resent me then? God! Why is he such a jerkwad?!

  “150!” How’d it get so high?

  He keeps turning offers down. Why? I know I’m not worth all that much. Or, at least that’s what’s been drilled into my head by my oh-so-wonderful father. Sure, he loves me. Hmmm. Right.

  You know... I’m not a virgin...

  Well, sadly I’m not.

  You know what else? I didn’t have a choice to not be. Yeah, that’s right. I was raped; My dad raped me. My Dad! Talk about scarred for life.

  Not just on one occasion though, 27 to be exact.

  “160!”

  Yeah, that’s right, I count it. And it was a month after mom was gone that he began these sexual violations.

  “180!”

  The same cuffs he uses for his “fun” are tightly around my wrists right now. It makes me sick to call that...thing my dad.

  Once, and I think this might be why he does it, while he was “abusing” me, he told me I looked so beautiful, that I looked so much like my mother.

  “195!”

  Why the hell was he turning so much money down though? And why were they offering so much? I’m nothing special.

  “200!”

  My eyes widened at my dad as he stood beside me. That was the first time I picked my head up this whole time. I heard a couple gasps. What? Am I that ugly?

  “250!” What the?! But my dad just stood there, blankly staring at the door.

  Is he waiting for someone? I looked at the door, nobody was there. I looked around the room. That’s when I first noticed, not one woman was in this room.

  “260?” someone offered. My dad didn’t even stir. What’s wrong with him? I stared back at the stage floor, my hip length hair re-curtaining my face.

  “300,” that same bored sounding man said. My dad then came out of his trance. He looked at the man, then at me. The other people noticed his interest in the offer, and some perked up.

  “350!” Why do you want me?! I’m not even pretty. Yeah, I look somewhat like my mom, but not nearly as beautiful.

  “380!”

  My light brown, almost dirty blond straw wasn’t the least bit pretty. Nothing like my mom’s milk chocolate waves. Nope, my hair was straight, boring, and barely taken care of -thanks to daddy-, not the least bit impressive.

  “400,” the monotoned-bored sounding voice spoke once again.

  My eyes though. That’s what I loved about me. My midnight/navy blue-looking eyes, I got those from my mom. I think they’re absolutely gorgeous. But, my mom wore them better.

  “420!”

  My body: slim, and weak-looking. Again, nothing like my mother. She was lean and she looked like she worked out, or something. The woman had a six-pack!

  “480.” Darn, why does this guy want me so bad? My dad smirked at him, but he just stayed stone - faced. Did Dad set something up? I couldn’t help but think he rigged this whole thing.

  “500!” The same guy who’s been trying to win over the bored guy finally blurted out.

  “560.” Wow, biggest jump so far. My dad’s smirk fell. My head was now up, interested in what these people looked like.

  I wished my mom was still alive. I was allowed to cry when she was here. I was allowed to smile, I could have a hug. I could be comforted when I needed it.

  “600!” But not with - WHAT?! I looked at the man in shock. 600?! Who would pay that for...me?!

  “700.” What the?! The man just smirked at me as my eyes fell on him. I looked at my dad, who was eying the excited man greedily. He had something set up, I could just...tell. I don’t think I could hate anyone more than I hate my dad.

  “Uhh...730..?” The overly excited man sounded a bit unsure now.

  My dad’s smirk grew to a big, toothy grin.

  “800,” the monotone, bored guy said as my dad turned his grinning face to him.

  “820.” The excited man had calmed down.

  The bored man just looked at my dad like ‘What the hell?! I thought you said nobody would bid that high!’ Okay, that might be over-exaggerating...but...that’s what I got out of the look. My dad just shrugged. Bored guy opened his mouth, to bid again, I guessed.

  “900!” someone called from over near the door. Every pair of eyes in the room fell on the door.

  90 percent of the people in here were just sitting there. I figured they were just here to watch and see who would get me.

  That voice didn’t sound very manly though. And to my amazement, it was no man. It was a lady. A very pretty looking lady, young too.

  Her red shocks of hair fell to her shoulders, only curling -lightly- at the end. Her cocoa brown eyes stood out against her hair, and she was wearing faded skinny jeans, a dark blue tee-shirt, some black converse -with red shoelaces- and a red and black plaid hoodie.

  Not a very matching outfit. I thought as I looked at her in shock.

  Chapter 2

  I finally pried my attention off of the woman and looked at my dad. His jaw was dropped and he looked horrified. The bored guy was looking at the woman with a 'What the fuck?!' look. I wanted to sit down, as my head got light from holding in all my laughter.

  "Well?" the woman asked.
r />   "930," Bored guy stated, recovering from his shocked state.

  "980," The lady challenged, walking up to the "stage" thing we were on, and sitting on the edge, right by my feet.

  She looked up at me and smiled. I just gave her an uneasy look as I rubbed my arms; I was cold. All I was wearing was a very thin, very short, white dress. No shoes, no jacket, nothing but his "dress". It honestly looked like an overly large V-neck tee-shirt.

  "1,000," Bored guy said after contemplating with himself. My eyes widened in shock as my gaze fell on him. He just smirked at me again. What's wrong with these people?!

  The lady shrugged, "1,050."

  Bored guy sighed, "1,500."

  My dad was just looking between the two of them greedily. Well, if he did, he doesn't have a plan anymore.

  The lady looked at Bored like he was nuts. "For this girl?" She pointed at me with her thumb.

  "HEY!" I spoke for the first time in 2 days, causing my dad's expression to turn into a rage as he faced me. I just ignored him. "I'm worth more than you are!" I pointed at the redhead, best I could with these cuffs on. I knew it wasn't true..but I was bored, and I needed to get my mind off the cold.

  "Why, you ungrateful little -" I laughed, cutting her off.

  "What do I have to be grateful to you for?" My dad's look changed once again, this time a look telling red here to keep her trap trapped. What does she know? I wasn't sure what he was keeping from me, but I had an idea of how to get it out of Red.

  "I bet you couldn't help me if your life depended on it.” I scoffed, holding my hands in front of me like a little girl scout girl selling cookies, considering I couldn’t cross my arms like the teenage girl in an argument that I was.

  The bored guy was just watching, obviously amused, and entertained by the catfight. But, my dad, he wasn’t the least bit amused. He was ticked! I honestly don’t get this whole thing, but if someone doesn’t buy me today, I do know I’m gonna be dead by tomorrow.

  “You wanna bet?” Red asked, in a daring tone of voice. My dad looked just about petrified! Which made me get light-headed from holding in my laughter once again. I might not know what’s going on, but I do know that that right there is hilarious!

  “Yeah, sure I do.” I shrugged. Why not? Mine as well have a little fun before I die.

  Red smirked. “You got it. Okay then old man, I’ll give you 1, 800 for her.” She looked at my dad who seemed to be liking the offer.

  “Wait!” I blurted out, “Red.” She looked at me with a glare as Dad and Bored just chuckled.

  “What?!” she snapped at me. I chuckled at her angry tone. What? It’s funny to make people mad.

  “What do I get if I win?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “If you don’t help me outta here. What do I get?”

  “Well, what do I get if I win?” She asked, which made me smirk. All the other people in the room were just enjoying the show. None of them were even gonna bother trying to get me anymore. Glad you asked.

  “Your pride.” I shrugged, and her jaw dropped, just like my dad. Bored just smirked at me, completely amused at my choice of words. “Oh, and you get me!” I smiled, doing my best to strike a pose. I looked around. “I mean, I must be pretty valuable or something, cause I’m definitely not pretty enough to be worth all that money.” I shrugged again. Then a roar of laughter erupted from the crowd of men, causing me to jump.

  “You’re kidding, right?” Red asked. I raised an eyebrow. Do I look like I’m kidding? I mean, has she seen herself compared to me?

  “Err...no. I mean, look at me! I am not anything special. Then, look at you, you’re gorgeous.” Everyone’s eyes widened, even Red and Bored’s. Dad’s surprisingly did too. Weird.

  “Have you looked in a mirror lately sweetie?” she asked, looking me up and down.

  “No.” I shook my head. I wanted to cover myself, I felt violated and exposed. “I don’t like looking in the mirror, I hate the way I look,” I said in a small voice as Red, and half of the men in the room gasped. Dad just looked down, he knew why I hated my looks. Bored was looking at me as if I were meant to be put into a mental asylum.

  During the gasps, I caught comments like: “You gotta be shitting me!” and, “How could such a beautiful girl think badly about herself?!” and I could’ve sworn I even heard something along the lines of “I wish my girlfriend was half as good looking as her!” followed by a few chuckles.

  Some blood surfaced in my cheeks as I heard the comments, and compliments spread throughout the room.

  “Honey,” Red said, in a soft tone, “you’re gorgeous. That’s why people are offering so much for you. And your eyes. I mean...wow.” She was being nice to me. But ?why What did she want from me?

  “Honey,” I mocked her, and a lot of people raised an eyebrow at me, “you’re out of your fucking mind,” I told her. Everyone looked at me like I just flew over the room and back or something, and my dad’s jaw dropped. He’s never heard me talk like that. Not to anyone.

  “What did you just say?” my dad roared, more in shock than anger, before Red could say anything back.

  “Yeah, I said fuck. Whooohooo!” I said sarcastically. He stepped toward me, and I stepped back. “Ah, ah, ah.” I waved my hands in the air -one of my hand’s index finger up, and the other holding that hand- in a ‘no’ way. “You wouldn't want to hit me in front of all these nice people, now would you?” I narrowed my eyes.

  He did the same, and grabbed me by the back of my hair, pulling my head back. “This auction is now closed.” He boomed. Bored’s eyes widened, telling me ‘What the hell!’.

  My dad just rolled his eyes, dragging me off the stage. No, literally, my feet were dragging on the ground, and he was pulling me by my hair.

  "Nice meeting you everyone!” I waved both of my hands, considering I was still in the cuffs, with a big smile on my face. My dad drug me out of the big building and threw me against a smelly brick wall. Alley.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” he roared, his rough hand colliding with my right cheek, making it sting as if the sun were burning into my skin. I could taste the blood rush into my mouth. I just shrugged, ignoring the blood and the sting.

  “I felt like it?” I offered, and the back of his hand collided with my other cheek, causing more blood to rush from my now busted cheek. Again, I ignored the pain and the blood, raising my eyebrow.

  “Shut up!” He slapped me, again and I just shrugged, again.

  “You asked,” I said, some blood coming from my mouth as I talked. I’m not afraid one bit.

  “You...shut up! Do you have a death wish?” he screamed in my face. I sighed deeply. Maybe he’ll grant that wish.

  “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.” I said, nodding. His eyes bulged for a second and his mouth opened a little bit.

  “What?” He asked. He was shocked, or at least, he looked shocked. What’s so shocking about it though? What, was I supposed to want what he’s put me through? Was I suppose to want to live with him?

  “Yeah. So just go right on ahead. Kill me, I don’t care. At least I’ll be with my mother again. At least I’ll be happy!” I said, raising my voice.

  He hung his head and took a step away from me. “I know you hate me,” he mumbled, “I don’t deserve your love.” I saw something shiny fall from his face. “But, you’re still my baby girl, and I love you. So much.” My heart felt a little mushy and hurt, I think. I looked up, and my jaw dropped at the sight.

  Chapter 3

  He was ... crying. My dad, the jerkwad he was, was crying...? What? Is he PMSing or something? One minute he's beating me, no wait, for 2 years he was beating me, and out of nowhere ... he loves me?

  "Uhh ..." I mumbled, unsure if I should talk. "What's wrong with you? Slap me to hard? Hurt your hand?" I looked at him suspiciously. "You hate me, re-" But, I didn't get to finish my sentence. GAH! I hate that!

  "I've never hated you." He cut me off. I began to laugh. I couldn't really help it. Never hated me?! So rape and abuse i
s love now?!

  He looked up at me with a questioning look. "What do you call what you've done to me then?!" His face softened slightly.

  "I know what I did was wro-"

  "WRONG?!" I shouted, stepping toward him. "It was far beyond wrong." I couldn't stop what I was saying, my feelings were finally ready to come out. "Just because she died on my birthday doesn't make it my fault! I didn't kill her! Yet, you blame me! I loved her just as much as you did! I lost her on my birthday! And you just put more depression on that!" Tears sprung in my eyes, waiting to fall. "Because I lost my dad that day too." And the first tear fell.