-1This is Cameron's hate story, the next chapter will be House's then the one after that Love where they find each other in more ways then one.
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Chapter 2- The Hate of A Daddy
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Allison Cameron
15 years old
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Her story …
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Allison gasped and curled into herself as she heard a car door slam outside. Curling into a ball she slid under her bed. As she heard the heavy footsteps pounding down the hall she shoved her hand against her mouth, smothering the sobs. As she watched the shadow stop at her door.
The door slams open, rebounding off the wall and sending a picture that hung there crashing to the floor.
"Ally?" a mockingly sweet voice calls.
Allison press herself into the shadows at the drunkenness slur in his voice.
"Come on sweetie", the voice continued, "I won't hurt you", the voice laughed and she cringed, "much".
Gasping at the sound of a smashing bottle, she pressed her head hard into her hands. It didn't work, her sobs could be heard through out the house.
The broken hearted 15 year old started to sob hysterically as the pounding of feet came closer to the bed where she hid. She squeezed her eye shut tightly, hopping to go some place happy.
As she opened her eyes she saw a hand coming towards her.
Allison screamed and kicked at the hand. As the fingers curled around her leg and started to pull her out into the light, she gave a blood-curling scream.
"Shut up, bitch." the voice snarled as he picked her up by the back of her shirt and threw her against the wall.
As heavy hands wrap themselves around her neck, Allison looked up into the eyes of her attacker. As she stared at her father she could see the twisted anger in his face.
He snarled at her and threw her to the ground. Picking up his heavy foot he brought it down hard into her stomach. Allison wailed hysterically, knowing this wasn't the end.
She closed her eyes trying to block out the pain as his fists hit her again and again.
Seeing a momentary weakness as her father leaned over catching his breathe she ran for the door.
Throwing herself against it, she tugged on the handle.
It wouldn't budge. She knew it wouldn't have. Allison slumped against the door but was pulled upwards by a hand grabbing her hair roughly.
Throwing her around she sailed to the floor. As she hit the opposite wall, Allison slumped to the ground.
As he came towards his daughter again, his foot raised, she screamed for mercy,
"I'm sorry, Daddy!"
He stopped midair. She watched the anger on his face turn deadly.
He came towards her, menacingly. Reaching down and grabbing her neck he pulled her to her feet. Slamming her against the wall he peered at her drunkenly.
"Are you stupid? Why would I want you for a daughter?"
Allison cringed at the cruel torments.
As she slumped to the ground she curled her body into a tight ball. As the feet and hands hit her repeatedly a sharp pain ran constantly through her body from her stomach.
Allison began to cry as her father grabbed her hand.
Pulling her up he kicked her soundly in the stomach. She gasped and doubled over in pain. Her attacker had stopped the abuse for a moment but the pain remained.
As the violence began again Allison let herself slip into darkness, knowing there was no one to hear her screams.
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Allison Cameron stood in the shower massaging the scar on her lower abdomen that repulsed her.
It was over 15 years later but the memories of that night still resounded around her like it was yesterday.
Her step-father had abused her from a very early age.
Physically, emotionally, and sexually.
Her scar was ugly because it was made from hate.
Collapsing in the bottom of the shower Allison wrapped her arms around herself and cried.
Cried because she only ever found hate.