this is my first story so any suggestions please comment them.

Clair Peters is 13 years old and lives in an abusive house with her parent her father beats her daily. She was riding in the car with her mother and father one night. Her mother is a drug addict. Her father is also an addict. Well today was different her mom was high like always and so was her father but he seemed angrier than usual. Her parents never really cared about her all her parents thought of her was that she was a curse and a waste of space.

Her father's name is Presten Peters and her mother is Ashley Owens, she didn't want to take his last name.

Her father pulled into a Shell Station and found a parking spot close to the outdoor restrooms. Clair slowly got out of the car and limped over to the entrance of the convince store still sore from her last brutal beating last night. When a hand grabbed her by her sore arm that was probably broken. She winced in pain and turned her head slightly and saw it was her father with an angry expression on his face. He yanked her into the men's room.

"W..why are we in here dad?" she stuttered.

"SHUT UP YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY WE ARE IN HERE!" he screamed in her face. He grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against a wall roughly.

"N..no, I R..r..really don't know why were in here" she choked out in little breaths.

"I SAID SHUT UP YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH" he screeched at he once more and throws her to the ground. "I KNOW YOU STOLE MY COCAINE."

"I didn't do anything with your-" she was cut off by a stomp to the gut.

"TELL ME WHERE IT THE FUCKING SHIT IS GODDAMITT" he yelled in a low mincing voice.

"Bu-" she was cut off again

"Did you say but" which earned her a kick to the side.

"If you aren't going to talk you can just stay here forever and don't even try coming back home nobody wants you there anyway" he threatened.

"P..please, D...dont leave me here" she said in a low whimper.

He just ignored her and kept walking and slammed the door behind him.

Clair sat there silently sobbing until she heard her father's car squeal out of the parking lot, then tried the hard task of getting up. She slid over to one of the sinks and pulled herself up with her one good arm, put on a brave face, and limped out of the restroom clutching her stomach that was still in pain as she started the long and painful walk to the next gas station.

so should i continue or not please review! - your geekygoddess