Lainey's POV
"You useless piece of shit!" WHACK! "I'm ashamed that your mother even gave birth to you!" WHACK! My father's fist connects with my face over and over, blood pouring from my split lip and broken nose. "You are a disgrace to her memory!" He shoves me against the door, his red face inches from my pale one. Even though I was used to this by now, it still terrified me how evil one man could be to his 14-year-old daughter.
"I told your mom to get rid of you because you weren't a boy, but she conned me into keeping you. What a mistake that was!" He shoves me off the wall onto his bed. "You are just like your mother, just like every woman out there. Weak, pitiful, and good for nothing but a good fuck!" He gets on top of me, pinning me to his bed. I know what comes next.
He zips his pants and walks out, leaving me a naked, sobbing mess on his bed. After I am all out of tears, I gingerly get up, dress, and limp to my tiny room in the basement. From the top of the stairs I hear his voice say, "Pack your things and get out! I never want to see your ugly face again!"
Fresh tears I didn't know I had come poring down my face as I pack the few belongings, clothes, and money I have into a small carry-on. Then I creep up the stirs, down the hall, and out the front door.
That night, I find an old, abandoned post office to sleep in. I did snag Mom's favorite blanket on my way out, so I thankfully won't freeze to death. I sigh. Here I am, a nobody, just another homeless teen out on the streets. No one will ever care about me. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe I am worthless.
So, this story may be triggering for some people. If it is, please do not read it. Anyway, how was that? This is my first attempt at writing something like this, so feedback is appreciated. Picture is of 14-year-old Lainey. As always, peace out ya'll!