Her body hit the floor and a loud muffled thump was heard in the storm. The brown eyed girl looked up at the man she had called a father for so long but, he was not really a father at all.
All her life she had lived with this monster of a man and not once had he ever been kind to her. After the death of her mother ,he didn't even seem to care about their mother. He had bought her the cheapest casket ever and talked about their mother in vane and in a ugly sort of twisted way.
The only thing that kept her in reality and told her it was not a dream was when ,her brother smiled at her and helped her clean herself up and get ready for the world. She loved her brother.
This man lately had been hurting her far worse lately ,over the simplest of things. From a rug to a chair. She suspected he was hurting her worse cause she had turned 16 and he thought she should move out. She knew she never would. Her brother needed her hear and she didn't care what her father who was not a father thought about it.
Anyway,Coming back to reality here she played a talk show in her mind as everything was happening.This helped her block out the pain that surged threw her body every time he hit her or something else happened.
"And she's off again to the wall where Mr. Break Me is standing. Let's all watch and see if she actually passes Mr.Break Me.......There is an awkward silence on the field and oh there she goes....will she...will she.....SHE MADE IT! Yeah 10 points go to her score for breaking ,Mr.Break Me."
She smiled in her mind but dared not to show it to this man. What really had happened was she had made a hole in the wall from being thrown against it so hard. It matched the ones upstairs and in the living room. Beautiful masterpieces of red and white on a wooden background.
The man who is not her father yelled at her about respect and dignity and how to not be a slut or a whore. Try as she might she didn't fit any category. She wore baggy clothes,He called her a slut anyway. She wore tight paints and a baggy shirt. Now a whore. Even a tight combo didn't work. Nothing did. He didn't really have a care about how she felt when he called her these names. All he really cared about was how he said it.
But this night he stopped early from her beatings and backed away. Her vision was blurry and she found herself looking at two fathers and not one.
She hadn't heard the doorbell and see her little brother running down the stairs to the door. Weakly but surely she looked over at the door and saw one of her fathers best friends in the door way.
This wasn't a good sign.
A/N: Like it? It's good but who is the girl? You'll find out next time.
All her life she had lived with this monster of a man and not once had he ever been kind to her. After the death of her mother ,he didn't even seem to care about their mother. He had bought her the cheapest casket ever and talked about their mother in vane and in a ugly sort of twisted way.
The only thing that kept her in reality and told her it was not a dream was when ,her brother smiled at her and helped her clean herself up and get ready for the world. She loved her brother.
This man lately had been hurting her far worse lately ,over the simplest of things. From a rug to a chair. She suspected he was hurting her worse cause she had turned 16 and he thought she should move out. She knew she never would. Her brother needed her hear and she didn't care what her father who was not a father thought about it.
Anyway,Coming back to reality here she played a talk show in her mind as everything was happening.This helped her block out the pain that surged threw her body every time he hit her or something else happened.
"And she's off again to the wall where Mr. Break Me is standing. Let's all watch and see if she actually passes Mr.Break Me.......There is an awkward silence on the field and oh there she goes....will she...will she.....SHE MADE IT! Yeah 10 points go to her score for breaking ,Mr.Break Me."
She smiled in her mind but dared not to show it to this man. What really had happened was she had made a hole in the wall from being thrown against it so hard. It matched the ones upstairs and in the living room. Beautiful masterpieces of red and white on a wooden background.
The man who is not her father yelled at her about respect and dignity and how to not be a slut or a whore. Try as she might she didn't fit any category. She wore baggy clothes,He called her a slut anyway. She wore tight paints and a baggy shirt. Now a whore. Even a tight combo didn't work. Nothing did. He didn't really have a care about how she felt when he called her these names. All he really cared about was how he said it.
But this night he stopped early from her beatings and backed away. Her vision was blurry and she found herself looking at two fathers and not one.
She hadn't heard the doorbell and see her little brother running down the stairs to the door. Weakly but surely she looked over at the door and saw one of her fathers best friends in the door way.
This wasn't a good sign.
A/N: Like it? It's good but who is the girl? You'll find out next time.