His fists beat down on me harder and harder. The more I struggle to get away, the madder her gets. I'm not quite sure what I did to deserve such brutal beatings every night, but whatever it was must have been incredibly horrible.
"Get in the car. Now." He demands, shoving me towards his sleek black Corvette. I limp over there, leaving a trail of blood behind me. It is so cold outside, and I am wearing nothing but a bra and thin, tight boy shorts.
I feebly open the passenger door, and use all my remaining strength to haul myself inside. He begins backing out of the driveway before I even close my door. We drive for about five minutes on a dirt road, and I can already tell this is going to be my last night with this evil man that I call my step-father. Soon I will finally reunite with my mother and father in heaven.
Once we are deep in the woods, he stops and shoves me out. I stumble a few feet, and then collapse on the forest floor. He kicks me in my stomach and I cry out in pain.
"Stupid bitch. Can't do a damn thing right. I'm ashamed to call you my daughter. Just look at you. You're the fucking ugliest fourteen year old I've ever seen. Redhead, just like your ugly, skanky mom. I'm glad I got rid of her." He grabs me by my hair and shoves my face into the mud. Anger shoots through me like a bullet from a pistol. How dare he talk about my mother that way! Even in death she is the most amazing, kind, selfless woman I know. The only mistake she ever made was marrying such a terrible man.
I wipe the mud from my eyes and mouth, and glare up at him.
"Don't ever talk about my mother that way. She was beautiful and amazing." I whisper.
"The only beautiful and amazing thing about her were those tits. You seem to have inherited them, didn'tcha?" He grins maliciously, grabbing my bra and yanking it so hard the clasp in the back breaks. I cover my bare chest with my arms.
"No, please, just leave me alone." I beg as I crawl away from him. He grabs me by my ankle and drags me back. I hear a click and look up to see him holding a knife.
"Tonight I'm going to do the same things to you that I did to your mother." He jumps on me, straddling my stomach, making it difficult for me to breath. He places the glinting silver blade on my soft, tender tummy and with one quick motion, slits open my flesh. I scream as blood gushes out of me.
"Hush. The louder you are, the more I'm going to make it hurt." He whispers, bringing his head close to mine. He shoves his dry, cracked lips onto mine, forcing his slimy tongue inside my mouth. I don't respond, just remain perfectly still and wait for this all to be over.
He pulls back after a moment, and then sets the knife on my cheek, cutting my face open. I bite my tongue to keep myself from screaming.
I figure I am close to dying from blood loss, so I decide to tell him what I've always thought of him.
"You.. are a.. vile and disgusting... pathetic excuse.. for a ... human being... and my... father... was a .. million times the... man.. you will ever.. be." I pant out, speaking between the waves of pain.
"You little bitch," He puts the knife on my neck, the death kill. I close my eyes and prepare to die, when a growl suddenly sounds from the trees to my right. I look up, my vision swimming.
I see something jump out of the forest and tackle the hideous creature situated on my stomach. My step father screams an embarrassingly girly scream, but I hear something crack and he is cut off.
A few seconds later, the thing stands in front of me. It is hard to focus, but I manage to make out the form of a fair-haired angel walking towards me.
"Please... help me.." I whisper. And then my body gives up the fight and everything goes black.
