A/n: I don't want to put so much in my author's notes anymore. So I won't. Enjoy!
I live in this place. It is dark, and cold. It is practically lifeless. Don't get me wrong. It used to be filled with joy and nothing but pride. But that day, oh that dreadful day. I didn't see it coming. I should have. Maybe I didn't see it because I was just a child. Six, to be exact. So young and careless. But What I hadn't known that everything was going to change, so soon. So fast. Now, I have a lot of cares. I'm only six-teen! I shouldn't have more cares than you could think of! My most important care was the care to hide scars, bruises and more. They hurt but you don't feel pain when it's all you have felt in the last ten years. Maybe I should give you a more clear look at what I'm talking about.
When I was six, I came home to a quiet home. I walk from my house to the park. I walked inside my house and my daddy was lying on the floor crying so hard. "Daddy?" I asked. He just kept his little tantrum going. It startled me when he finally said something. "She left."- There was a pause.- "She left me, because of you. It's your fault. It's your fucking fault!" he yelled. I was stunned to hear him curse, but what really startled me was the huge blow I felt go to my head.
That's when it all started.
When I thought it would never get any worse, the thing I was always scared would happen. Well, let's just say it did.
I guess after a while, when a man stays in his office all day, and the only time he comes out is to beat his daughter.. He gets horny. His hand doesn't satisfy his penis enough. He figures he need the real thing. But why get up and go find a slut at the bar? Not when you have a young twelve year old daughter. But I guess this man in particular had other men who felt the same way. But the only problem is that they didn't have a daughter. So what does this guy thinks up? Rape. TO rape his daughter and then invite his friends over to have some "fun" too.
This is my life. This is what I live to see. This is the place I call home.
I was walking home from a long day of teasing and jokes. I got home to face the worse. "Alana! Get your ass in here right now." I heard my father yell from his office. "Yes father." I greeted with a fake smile and a polite bow. It's all apart of his game. "Don't be all sweet little bitch to me." he yelled then slapped me right before sending me up to my room.
I slowly pulled of my hood. I looked at my scars. My cheek was bruised and my arms where purple. I had a hand print on my neck and it look sad just by taking a glance. My shiny blonde hair poured down my bruised face.
I looked pathetic. My school life was sad and my family life? Well, it doesn't exists.
The next day at school we had a new guy. His name was Andrew. He looked good looking. Sexy, to be honest. All of the girls in the room perked up so he had a perfect view of their boobs. But he seemed to ignore them. They seemed to be the last thing on his mind. He scanned the room looking fora seat. He seen my, the hooded freak. He smiled and sat next to me. I haven't said a word since I was twelve to anyone but my father. "Hello, my name is Andrew." he greeted. I looked at him but not for too long before he could notice the bruise I couldn't cover.
He looked up front to the board and copied some notes as the teacher mumbled random words. I listen slightly, but couldn't accept the fact that I have a chance with a handsome guy but I am being a total ass. But it's how I was raised.
In my home.