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Bella sat there by her window the hair around her shoulders, frames her small ears. Her round face saddened by the setting sun. The orange-red rays reflect off of her fair skin, rainbows dance around n the tears that gently roll down her cheeks. Her boney fingers tightly grasp each other n hopes that the sun won't leave her yet…
The dress that engulfs her tiny build gently presses on the bruises that have recently stopped bleeding. She sits still, trying to keep her pain to a minimum …
The sun sets and she longs for it to return, so she can escape for a short while longer, but fate is not on her side anymore as she watches in terror as the small black car drives up the hill…
Her heart races and her breath comes in quick gasps. Her palms start to sweat, her ears tune in to every small noise.
The ticking lock grows louder and louder. The front door opens and her heart skips a beat. She wants hide but she has no energy to do so. She can picture him in her mind as he opens the door and drops his keys on the table. He closes the door like any other father in the neighborhood would.
He goes into the kitchen to get his dinner that was left on the table for him, eating his food like the pig he is…..
She waits in her chair till she hears the chair slide across the floor. Her heart beats slowly matching the steps coming up the stairs….
Thump
Thump
Thump
The boots that he wears adds to the echoing sound in her ears. The sound stops all to soon and she knows he is at her door. The knob twist and turns….
She wishes that she could lock the door, but that would only make him angrier. She has learned by now to not make him angry and to accept any punishment that he can think of.
The knob stops turning and her heart stops beating as he opens the door. The light makes shadows that fly across her face. Her breathing stops when she sees his face, the rage in his eyes is enough to make her shiver, his steps are quick and driven.
She wants to close her eyes but knows not to. She braces herself for the first hit. She has learned to judge everything by his first hit, the harder the hit the more blood that is going to be spilt; the softer the hits are the ones that she dreads the most…
He stops in front of her and she doesn't dare look at him… Time stands still while he decides what to do…
His hand stretches out and grabs her hair and pulls. She bites her lip to keep herself from screaming in pain… The tears stream down her face in silent rivers.
He lifts her by her hair and drags her across the dirty floor; her thin legs scrape against the poorly kept wood. Her skin catches on the nails that were put there for her torment. The nails tear through her skin with ease, the blood spilling onto the floor in long lines behind her.
He drags her down the hall to the top of the stairs. Her eyes open wider n fear of knowing what is coming…
His hand raises her high above the stairs. He looks her in the eyes and smiles a bone-chilling smile. His hand releases her.
She opens her mouth to scream, her arms reach out around her in hopes that she will catch something to stop her fall. Her hands grab t the air but touch nothing. She can feel herself turning and getting closer to the impact…
Her side is the first to hit; the force snaps one of her ribs. She wraps her arms around her head to protect herself from more injury…
She tumbles down the stairs, finally coming to a stop at the bottom. Her arms fall around her, bloody and scratched. She can hear him laugh as he thumps down the stairs
Thump
Thump
Thump
He stops right beside her. She closes her eyes when he brings his leg back and swings it forward, bringing the front of his steel-toed boot into contact with her broken rib.
Her scream bounces off of the walls into her ears… His kicks keep coming and her screams turn to choking as the blood collects in her mouth.
She can taste the blood as it enters her mouth…
The kicks eventually stop and her pain is almost unbearable. She can't move and all she can think is this is finally the end. I won't have to suffer anymore.
He grabs what is left of her hair and drags her to the couch. She can feel her body being moved, the pain is the only thing that she can feel. The softness of the couch does little to ease her pain.
He takes off her bloodied clothes causing her pain in every way possible…
The cold air hits her skin, not helping to lessen her pain. She prays that everything will end soon.
He unbuckles his belt…
She can barely open her eyes and when she does what she sees doesn't surprise her.
He positions himself…
She braces for the pain that she knows is going to come… The force that he uses is enough to make her feel as if she is going to fall to pieces. He has no feelings, all he is, is a monster…
She can't scream anymore. The tears have dried. Broken and bleeding she lies there, waiting for him to finish. He takes his time, enjoying the sensation of the last time…
When he finishes she is relieved …
This is finally the end…
He starts yelling at her to open her eyes so she can see her last moments alive…
She opens her eyes slowly, her heart speeding up right before he wants it to give out…
He grabs her by the neck and starts to squeeze. Her brain takes over and her will to live kicks in. She struggles with all of the strength she has left. Her vision fades and her body goes limp in his hands.
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He stares at his daughter in his hands. He lets go of her neck and stumbles across the room. The front door is knocked down. The police rush in and see his daughter on the floor. They don't see the gun in his hand though.
He raises the gun to his temple and pulls the trigger, his blood and brain is sprayed onto the wall beside him as he crumples to the floor…
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