Lizzie's POV
I was asleep in my bed when I felt a hand around my throat, my eyes flew upon and I saw my father standing there, his face puffy from alcohol and I could smell the alcohol from his breath as he spoke. "Get up you little slut." He whispered-slurred. I threw the covers off and slowly got out of bed. The next thing I felt was a slap across the face "What was that for?" I yelled loudly. I didn't do anything! I thought to myself. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, my father's hands still around my throat, and he was squeezing. I was able to push him off of me and run out of the room. "COME BACK HERE!" My father roared. The next thing I knew I was being pulled by my hair, and then I was face to face with my father "This is your entire fault, you and brother. You two little shits are the reason why your mother left. Your brother got-got lucky because he left but I'm going to make sure you disappear." My head was banged against the wall, and there was so much pain it was like hitting me or something. My father was standing over me while I was laying on the ground, I finally let the darkness sallow me.
I opened my eyes to bright lights, "Ow." I whispered. I suddenly saw a blurry figure over me, my eyes came back into focus and I recognized the blurry shape as my older brother. "Hey." He said soothingly. "Hey." I replied back. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.