Ok, this is the start of our new story, written by on our very own, Artsychik14.
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter. Begin reading below... AND REVIEW!
Rosy-Ella's POV:
"Get the hell away!" I shouted running away from my dad. He was drunk, wasted, whatever you want to call it, he was pissed! I jumped over the couch and he ran into it, falling down making him burn himself with the hot iron he hand in his hand. The drunken man roared out in pain and I started sobbing, now I got him really mad. He was going to get worse, much worse.
"DAD NO PLEASE!" I screamed sobbing, he just got up and ran after me again. I darted towards the stairs but he caught me by my hair and I screamed hoping the neighbors might hear.
"Shut the hell up!" he screamed. "You damn evil child! SHUT UP NOW!"
I listened to him and tried to sob silently. He pulled me onto the couch and I tried to run away again but he grabbed my left arm and started pushing the hot iron against my arm. I started wiggling out of his grip but he put his foot on my stomach.
"YOU DESERVE THIS YOU DAMN IDIOT! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" he kept shouting at me and I kept screaming. The pain was terrible! I felt my skin burning under the extreme heat. I couldn't fight back no matter how much I wanted to. I just couldn't.
"Please...please s-s-stop!" I screeched and he just laughed at me. I couldn't BELIEVE the pain! But suddenly my dad released me and I screamed even more (even though I didn't know that was possible) because I saw a big black dog outside the window barking at me.
My dad threw the hot iron at the window making it break through and I used this opportunity to run up to my room and slam the door.
I saw the dog run away from my window and I think it actually looked back up at me! I just shook my head and searched through my closet looking for a first-aid kit. I started shaking and sobbing more when I heard my dad trample up the stairs and he fell down.
I was going to scream for help, I was going to grab the phone and call the police because he couldn't get away with this. But I couldn't I threw the phone across the room and it broke and I kept screaming. I hated this life, I couldn't do it. I deserved what I got and there was no way out of that.
"ROSY GET DOWN HERE NOW YOU LITTLE BITCH!" my dad yelled at me and I just stayed in my room and continued throwing the crushed phone over and over again. My dad would think it was him if I put it in his room. I ran out of the room and did something I never thought I would.
I threw the phone at his head that was leaning on the stairs where he fell earlier. He screamed out in pain and glared at me with the dirtiest look. I stood frozen in place as I stared at him shocked. I can't believe I just did that. He got up slowly and started running as fast as a drunk and furious man could go. I ran down the hallway and ran back into my room.
I screamed and shut the door in his face making him scream back. Finally I heard a huge thud and he collapsed onto the ground. I started sobbing even harder as I remembered the extreme pain I had. The anger burned up in me but it shouldn't. It shouldn't.
I lay down by my dad and sobbed next to him. Wishing it would all just end.
Please just let it end.
Well, what do you think for the first chapter in the new story? We need reviews!