I know fan fiction is nothing that will be published but it is a good mind exercise and so i am asking if you will read this chapter (unless you can not handle graphic material) and give me some feedback?
"Sephira! Where you at girl?" Rhett Graeyson yelled, whiskey staining his shirt and rolling off his breath in waves. "Sephira! Ge’ ova hea!"
Sephira hid in the barn, crouched behind a bale of hay and prayed he would walk by or stumble and fall in his drunken stupor. Rhett shuffled by, the stink of whiskey and urine making her nose wrinkle. She gasped for a quick breath, hoping her father would forget or hurt his fool self.
"Sephira, I know your in hea’, now ge’ ova’ hea’ and help ya’ poor daddy to his room" He stumbled, making a spade fall down toward her head. She gasped and jumped up, a small shriek turning his head to her. He focused his beady eyes on her and smiled, whiskey punctuating the near toothless grin.
"Thar’ you are, c’mere and help me." He held his arms out and stumbled to her, grabbing her wrist before she could turn and run. "Help me to my room, and daddy’ll give you a lil’ kiss." Sephira pulled against him, jerking her arm until it felt as though she has dislodged. His grip only tightened as her drug her from the barn and into the shack that had been her home for the last six years.
"Don’t! Let go of me you drunk!" She kicked, but his limp body felt nothing. He continued to pull her into the back room, closing the door behind him. "Please! Let me go!"
"C’mon, help your daddy into bed." Rhett pulled her close and nipped at her neck, his breath making Sephira gag and push against his chest. He chuckled and brought his hand around to grab her buttox.
"No! Please stop!" She gasped, pulling her arm harder. He ignored her pleas and brought his hand from her bottom to her breast, pulling at her old dress and popping the buttons from the front.
"Sephira, daddy is jest’ trying to show ya how much he loves you." He whispered hotly into her ear. She brought her knee up and smiled at the sickly groan that came from him.
"Leave me be you old drunk." She spit in his face and stepped back.
"You little whore," He shouted and slapped her face, a loud smack making her eyes roll back, "Now," He slurred, pulling her close and pulling the rest of her dress away from her. She stood there in her old, stained drawers and camisole, shivering with silent tears running down her face. He pulled his own shirt away and stepped forward, his large stomach falling over the front of his britches. "Now give ya daddy a lil’ kiss g’nite." He pulled her face close and forced her mouth open before shoving his tongue in. Her teeth clamped down hard, not letting go until the satisfactory taste of blood filled her mouth. "Bitch! Ge’ ova’ here!" Rhett screamed, grabbing her hair and throwing her on the hay-filled mattress, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Be a good girl and help daddy sleep." He growled, pulling his pants off and ripping her thin camisole open. Sephira shrieked as his meaty fingers clamped over her breast and squeezed it roughly. His other hand trailed up her leg and thigh, stopping at the rope that held her drawers up. Jerking the string, he pulled her drawers down and threw them to the corner. "Now, daddy will show you how much he loves you." He smiled and forced her legs open, making her scream as he claimed her roughly. She tried to get away at first but it was impossible, he weighed much more than her and his limp limbs gave him an advantage. She laid there then, not moving or making a sound as hot tears ran down her face until he was finished and collapsed, his arm over her chest and lay there snoring. She lay there for a few minutes, bleeding and sore in more places than she could count and mindless. Soon she took in her surroundings, her senses returning in short waves. Rhett snorted and pulled her closer, the stink of sweat and whiskey mingled and made her gag. She gently moved his arm so as not to wake him and stood, wracking sobs shaking her entire body. Moving gingerly, she walked to the corner and picked up the drawers, the sad ruffles torn and flat. She picked up her fathers knife and cut just above the ruffles, making her drawers short and far from proper. Pulling them up, she grabbed her camisole and closed it gently. Her dress was ripped and would take hours to repair, and she didn’t have that kind of time. What am I to do? She thought desperately, absently parting her hair on both sides and braiding it. Her eyes scanned the place and landed on a pair of jeans and buckskin chaps. She pulled them on and then a tight shirt that pushed her small chest down. She quickly slid her arms into another, looser fitting shirt and buttoned
if you really want to read more you can at http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID=17232 i am continously posting more chapters. i wasnt able to post every part from chapter one. thanks

That was intense… did you say it was fanfiction? I love it. Please post more! It’s exciting, and intense, and dark, and I loved every second of it.