A/N: This is my first story so tell me what you think
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I woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach, I looked up and saw my so-called father with a smug smile on his face he kicked me again before he left out the door. I waited until I could no longer hear his car to try and stand up. Bad Idea….everything hurt. I knew he wasn't my father, besides that I didn't look anything like him, he said that I wasn't his and never would be, that I was a disrespect as a daughter, but the real reason I knew was because one day while he was out at work and I didn't have anything to do I decided to clean his room and I found a letter that said that my real parents were killed and that he needed to watch out for me.
That day he beat me unconscious and I couldn't even walk afterwards. It wasn't always like this when my adoptive mother was alive we were happy but the day she died the beatings started he claimed it was my fault she died. So after that I was stuck doing everything I wouldn't run because I was too weak and he would just beat me harder. So know it's the same routine every day, I always try to have everything perfect so the beatings wouldn't be so hard but he always found something wrong.
I snapped away from my memories and got the grocery list, I tried to walk but the pain in my leg told me it was broken from when he stepped on it yesterday. So I limped to my room put on a hoodie that hid the bruises and some sweats, I grabbed the piece of paper that held my name and my age just incase one day I would drop dead somewhere which in my case wasn't too improbable. Once again I limped downstairs and I headed to get the groceries as always I ignored the murmurs of people as I walked, or limped by. When I got home the sight made my eyes widen in horror, he was home early and I wasn't there…
Tonight he beat me motionless, he broke my hip and my other leg, he threw every breakable thing in sight at me and left me on the floor with blood oozing out of my arms and legs…. My hand automatically went to the pocket in my hoodie, gripped the paper roughly, took it out and held it close to my chest.
My name is Amy Potter, I'm about to turn 11 in a few weeks and my life is a nightmare.
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