OKAY , SO THIS WAS JUST SOMETHING THAT POPPED INSIDE OF MY HEAD TODAY . I KNOW THAT I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING ANOTHER STORY BUT I THINK I CAN HANDLE IT . MY OTHER TWO STORIES ARE TAKEN AND THE WORST IS YET TO COME. CHECK THEM OUT IF YOUHAVEN ALREADY . LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT........
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"Don't ever talk back to me like that again!" yelled my Dad . He was drunk again . His words were slurred and his balance was uneven . Still , he overpowered my by a ton . His hands have a tight grp on my wrists .
"Daddy....." I say in a soft voice . Slowly I move away into the back of the room. I try to hold my hands up to shield my face even though I knew it was no match for my father's punches .
"I said don't talk!"he shrieked . His huge hand came crashing down on me . I cried out and fell to the floor . I hear Dad laugh wildly and I can feel the enjoyment he's getting out of this . He always does .
We were in my room . All of the lights were turned off . All of the doors were locked . I have no way out . Now crawling on the floor I try to get away . I feel a hard kick to my ribs. My hand immediately grabs it and I fall over in pain .
"Daddy please . . ."I whimper through clenched teeth . He doesn't stop though . More powerful punches and kicks go to my chest , ribs and a couple to my head . I plead over and over for him to stop . I need him to stop.
"Get up bitch!!"yells Daddy and I try my best to get up . I grab my stomach with one hand and pushed myself to my knees with the other . My Dad chuckled as he watched me struggle to support myself .
I don't look up at him . I can't . Whenever he's like this , there is an unimaginable look of hate in his eyes . I can't stand to see that . My Dad is the worst person when he's drunk . He's mad , he yells , he hits me , and he blames me for all of the bad things that has ever happened to him . If he has a bad day at work , he takes it all out on me . But when he's sober he's the nicest person you could ever meet . He's so full of life .
"Come on Amanda , you worthless slut ! Get up!"
I cry harder but I do my best to not let him see it . If he does , he'll hit me again .
Even though it hurts much to move , I push myself up into a standing position .
"Look at me."commands my father . I don't ; I can't.
He places a firm hand under my chin . He forces me to look straight into his eyes .
"You're so fucking ugly. Just like your mother." says Daddy . He turns my head from side to side , examining me. I look down at the floor and try to believe that this was just a dream . That this wasn't happening again .
My father lets go of my chin and walks away . He moves to the corner of the room and grabs the Whiskey bottle that sat on my desk. He takes a huge gulp out of it , wipes his mouth and stumbles back over to me.
Please don't hit me again . Please. I thought to myself as I fought back tears .
"You're worthless . . . . . pitiful . . . . . A BITCH!!"
He punched me in my stomach then once in my face . I fell to the ground in pain .
I heard footsteps. He was leaving . When I heard the door completely close I ran for the window. As carefully as possible I swing my leg over and slide down the side of the house . I try to ignore the pain in my ribs as it gets pressed the side of the house .
When I finally reach the bottom I am breathless but I run down the street anyway .
Huffing and puffing I round the corner . I feel lightheaded but I continue to run . I come to a streetlight . I slide down the pole and close my eyes .
I hope I never go home again.
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SO THAT WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER . I HOPE YOU LIKED IT . TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK . SHOULD I CONTINUE ? SHOULD I STOP? WHAT DO YOU THINK SHOULD HAPPEN . ( AND JUST TO LET YOU KNOW , SHE'S NOT GOING TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ANYONE IN THE GANG)
THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT , PLEASE REVIEW!,
VFCGURL!