He pushed me to the ground, I landed on my back with a hard thump. Tears were now filling my eyes, this was really nothing new though. I got this type of treatment almost every day. He then stands over me with a look of anger on his muzzle. I knew what would be coming next. I was still not prepared for it though.

The one who was doing this to me is the one who is suppose to love me, the one who is suppose to protect me from any harm. My own father. he is tall and wears a pair of dark blue ripped jeans, A black t shirt and a black leather jacket.

All I could do is close my eyes and wait for it to be over, I'm not strong enough to fight him. I never will be.

I stay on the floor while he punches me, bites me, and kicks me. I try my best not to cry, but the words he says always get to me.

"Marian, would still be alive if it weren't for you" he screams in my face, as he continues to torture me. "You killed her Cody, remember that, you are responsible for her death" he then punches my already black eye, but the words he speaks are much worse then having a sore eye.

Marian was my mother. She had died 8 years ago when I born. My dad had always told me that it was my fault she had died. He said he wished I had dies and not her.

I choked on a sob "I'm sorry dad" I cried.

"I'm sorry dad" he mocks me in a whiny tone. "Just get out of my sight. You worthless bastard." Before he lets me up he spits on my face. "I don't want to see you till morning."

I wasted no time in getting up and running up to my room. My room is cold and it seems dark, my walls are ripped because of my dad's attacks. The floors are stained with my blood. Which wouldn't come of when I tried to wash it off.

I cuddle up to my torn teddy bear and start rocking backwards and forwards to comfort myself.

'Why does he hate me? I know that if I was never born, mother would still be alive today but it wasn't my fault I was born. I wish I was never born. I hate my life. I hate myself.'

I always wondered what it would be like to have a mother. I always closed my eyes to imagine her. She was give me hugs and kisses, she would read me bedtime stories, she would protect me. But for now, having a mother just seems like a fantasy. Like it would never happen.

I do have a picture of my mother which I keep under my pillow. She is an artic fox like me and my dad, she had the brightest blue eyes. Looking at her always makes me feel better when dad hurts me.

I always like to imagine she is talking to me in my mind.

"hello mother" I speak softly so dad can't hear me. I close my eyes and she's there in a angel form she. speaks back to me. her voice sounds like angels singing. It makes me feel calm when I talk to her.

"I'm here sweetie she smiles , I'm always here for you" she plants a sweet kiss on my cheek.

"Mom why did you go?" I ask "My life would be nice if you were here, and my dad would love me too." I sob.

"Sweetheart everyone has their time to go, some just go sooner than others, but remember this I'll always be in your heart. Now I want you to brave, be strong"

I open my eyes and my mother stops speaking. I try to brave and strong but, how can I? I get abused at home, I have no friends at school heck even some of the teachers don't like me. I think because I'm a fox.

I wipe some of my tears away, but they just keep flowing down my eyes never stopping. I go to bed with nothing to look forward to the next day expect pain. Just pain and mean words.