CHAPTER 3

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Daddy's Home

After school, Jade told Beck she couldn't hang out with him because she was behind on homework. He didn't seem to believe her, but didn't ask any further. The entire walk home her mind was filled with thoughts. Was he home? Did he leave for the day? Was he drunk or sober? What would happen…

She walked into the driveway, and that's when she saw it. His car. Her mind screamed "RUN!" but she didn't listen. She walked up the driveway, to the door, unlocked it, and turned the knob.

It was dark inside the house. She knew what that meant. She carefully made her way to her stairway. 'Maybe I can sneak up to my room without disturbing him' she thought to herself. She stepped on the first step, and it creaked.

Next thing she knew a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. She looked up into the demonic eyes of him. His black eyes glistened and he smiled cruelly.

"Good afternoon princess, have a good day at school?" he asked her. She just nodded. "Answer me!" he yelled in her face.

"Yes, yes I did…" she managed to get out.

"Well that's too bad" he said to her and then threw her against the stairway railing. She instinctively grabbed her head, protecting it against the blow. But he wasn't done. He grabbed her and pulled her up, scratching her arm in the process.

He threw her against the wall, and then kicked her in the stomach. "Wow, feels a little flabby there, doesn't it? You better lose some weight, you're almost as fat as the mid day sun" he said, laughing maniacally. Jade held her stomach.

"Dad… Please…" she tried to get out, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her up to face him. "Don't beg, that's a whore's job. Oh wait…" He threw her hard against the floor. "You are one" he said and kicked her stomach again.

He kneeled down and forced her to look at him. "You listen here; I'd rather go live in the dark side of the world than have a daughter like you. But I'm stuck with you, so suck it up!" he said and let her go.

He walked to the kitchen, got a beer out of the fridge and walked to the living room, sitting down on a couch in front of the television. She knew that was her cue that he was done with her. For now.

She ran upstairs into her bedroom, not minding the pain. She locked the door, afraid he might do that again. She looked down and saw her arm was bleeding, realising she didn't even notice how bad the scratches were. She sighed and walked into the bathroom, locking the door

Jade lay in the bathtub, still trying to catch her breath. Everything happened so quickly, but she's used to it. She's used to the pain. She doesn't mind it anymore. It's become a part of her.

She sat up slowly and looked down at her scarred body. The water around it was a little pinkish from the blood coming from the scratches on her arms. The marks he gave to her in a fit of rage. She ran her fingers over the scratches, and then moved her hand to her stomach, pressing down on it. Pain shot through her body, and she immediately let go. She was tired. Not just physically, though. His words kept repeating around in her head.

"Wow, feels a little flabby there, doesn't it? You better lose some weight, you're almost as fat as the mid day sun."She remembered how he laughed after that. "Don't beg, that's a whore's job. Oh wait… You are one."She felt numb inside. "You listen here; I'd rather go live in the dark side of the world than have a daughter like you. But I'm stuck with you, so suck it up!"That hurt the most.

'You're worthless. You're hopeless. No one loves you. End it.' That little voice in her head was really bugging her now… but it had a point. She reached into the cupboard near the bathtub and opened the door. She took something shiny and silver out of it. A razor blade. She twirled it around her fingers, when it accidentally scraped her thumb. A drop of blood came out. She felt relief. No more pain.

She put the blade to her wrist and pressed gently. A small line of dark red blood oozed out. She pressed harder. More blood came out. Drops of blood started flowing down her arm into the bathtub. The water started turning pink. She didn't care. She felt relief, if only for a little while