She went home, not like she wanted to but Rarity probably didn't want to wake up at three in the morning. Rainbow Dash was right not to come save such a weak filly. She was extra quiet this time. Taking over fifteen minutes just to get up the stairs. By the time she reached her room she closed the door and locked it. She looked around the blue room. Trying to find her journal. She looked under her blue bed in the middle of the room up against the wall with the cloud and lighting bold quilt her grandmother gave her. She looked on the shelf just above her bed. She looked in the closet she had taken a liking to sleeping in. She looked on her desk at the far left side of her room, even on the window. Her room wasn't very big so it was difficult to loose something but when she did it made her feel bad. Her room was spotless, unlike the rat infested area downstairs she cared about her living space. Giving up she laid in her bed. Trying to forget the events of this evening. She still hurt.

She stayed in her room all week, keeping the door locked was something she had to do. She couldn't allow her father to defile her like that ever again. She needed to do something but what? Everybody will think she is a weakling, Rainbow Dash might never talk to her again! She could have done something if she wasn't so, useless. She crawled inside her closet, there she had stuff hidden. When she was younger she loved her father. She wanted him to stop drinking and stole the strongest stuff. It was still in her closet. She was still in pain. Her head wouldn't stop hurting. Her insides feel like they are going to fall out. She was in pain, whenever her father drank he felt better. Maybe she would feel the same. She opened up the bottle of whiskey, careful not to spill it's contents. She smelt the liquid inside. It had a good smell strong but sweet. It made her taste buds tingle. Her stomach was fluttering with anxiousness. She put he booze to her lips and took a sip. It took her awhile to get used to the taste, it burned her throat but she could stop. It disk retake long until she passed out in a dreamless sleep.

"Come out here you little shit!" He boomed slamming the door with the pole. He was going to break that door. Scootaloo jumped up from her whiskey nap, she felt sick again.
"Yes father," she replied not wanting to face him when he gets angrier. Why doesn't she just leave? This is her dad. No matter how much she hates him. If she left who would ale her in? Rainbow Dash? She would never want a weak filly to live with her. Twilight has Spike. Rarity has Sweetie Belle, Apple Jack has Apple Bloom and Fluttershy is just, too shy. She needs to stay here. No pony else wants her. She opened the door, he had the pole in his magic. It came down across her cheek, cutting it deep. His beatings are getting worse.
"Now ease explain to me why your sore was locked?" He asked throwing her up against the grey wall. Blood stained the it red.
"I was scared," she replied trying to run.
"Oh no, were going to have some fun." He said licking his lips. Scootaloo swallowed hard.

She was a weakling. She was a loser, she was unable to take care of herself. She couldn't even stop her father. This time she remembered it. The feeling of his erect stallion hood inside her. It was sickening. He shot his white stuff inside her that time, maybe he did it last time too. She felt even dirtier. Being awake made the experience hurt even more. She had a hole new set of cuts, some were bigger than others. Her door got taken off its hinges. The only safe place was her bottle and closet. The booze let her escape her fathers torment. But even the best thing can run out. She didn't have the guts to steal more. He went into the shower stumbling and crying. She looked on the mirror. Her face was cut up and she looked likes she lacked sleep. Her purple mane was full of dried seamen, her teeth were white with plack. She looked just like him. Her hoof smashed the mirror before she could stop it. She punched it repeatedly, cutting her hoofs deep. Her now blood soaked legs crumbled beneath her. The cracked hoof hurt the most. She needed a hospital, she needed help. She needed her sister.

The next few days Scootaloo drank, only water trying to be herself and not her father. It didn't work. She ended up going out and stealing it from a store. She felt bad but she needed the burning drink. It made her feel good. On her way back home, the bottle in her saddle bags she ran into Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom.
"There you are!" They both said in unison. He wasn't in the mood for talking she needed her drink. She needed her safety closet, where he only ones to judge her were the walls. She needed it but she needed her friends more.
"Guys, lets go to the lake," she said smiling the fake at smile you would ever see. Inside she wanted to die.

"Yes father," she replied like a dog. Always obeying the master. She is getting punished for being out too long. She had to suck on his member until he was ready for the painful part. It tasted like sweat and alcohol, like her happy juice almost only stale. She put as much of it as she could fit into her mouth, in then out in then out, up until he slapped her.
"Turn around," she did as he asked, she put her flank in the air, allowing her father to see the little filly's mare hood that he had hurt twice before. He licked it enjoying the taste of soap and her bodily fluids. She whimpered t his very touch, he grabbed the belt with his magic, slamming it against her butt until she bled. Then her entered her. The tightness he felt whenever he did this was one he enjoyed. He loved fucking his daughter, he loved seeing her cry. He loved cummig inside her filling her insides to the brim with whiteness. It made him hard just thinking about it. She stopped yelling and started crying quietly. The feeling was horrible and she hated every single minute of it. She wants it to stop. She wants the pain To go away. She wants her period so she can stop worrying. She wants to be a normal filly again. Hanging out with her friends, being with Dash. Having dreams again. Not falling asleep to a whiskey lullaby. But she was snapped back to reality as the white stuff filled her. She loved this part because then he left and she could drink.

Author's Note

I migh change the CMC tag and turn it into a caramel tag or even a soarin tag, I'm not too sure yet. Let me know what you guys think