I just want to add this is my first piece I have written that is depressing. This is not my life. My parents aren't divorced and I was never abused. I have loving parents and a butthole of a brother but I love him. I find myself lost in another person's life I am writing about. I hope you enjoy because I worked really hard on this! Leave me a review on what you think of it!

Clarification: he is not the dad he will be explained later and his name will also be revealed later.

Chapter 1- the beginning

My life began when I was born like most people obviously. I didn't think much about my life or how I lived it for that matter before I met him. He was my best friend and had always been there for me even when I felt like I couldn't go on. He was an important person in my life and always kept me safe.

My dad started to abuse me when he and my mom started fighting. Let's say my dad started drinking a lot. I had bruises on my arms and legs every day when I walked to school alone. On my first day of 5th grade I met him. I had no friends at the time and neither did he so somehow we became good friends and eventually best friends. He never asked about my bruising and I never wanted to tell him. I explained when I first met him I was really clumsy and fell often. He later found out the truth when he stayed over my house for the night. My dad pulled me away into the bathroom and beat me. He beat me so hard I screamed and cried. My mom came rushing in and took me and my siblings to a motel that night with him. She got 2 rooms so we could have a sleepover and my siblings and my mom stayed in the other room.

"What happened in there? Why were you screaming? And why we here?" he asked

After that I explained everything.

In 8th grade my parents were finally divorced and it was happy in my house again. No one was allowed to have contact with my dad and he went to jail for being an abusive parent. Which he deserved i might add. He wasn't allowed to contact us or lay a finger on us. If he did he would go to jail for the rest of his life.