This one is rated M for swearing, violence and the like. Read at own risk!

Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter

Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you push me out of your world?
Lied to your flesh and your blood,
Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved?
Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you throw me right out of your world?
So young when the pain had begun
Now forever afraid of being loved

For the love of a daughter- Demi Lovato

Letty's POV

I sat with my back against the door of my room. In here I was safe, away from the war that was raging downstairs between my mother and my father. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before she would storm out and leave once and for all. It hurt to think that she was leaving and had no intentions to take me along with her. She didn't want me; instead she was leaving me alone with the bastard that had been the reason for all the pain in our lives.

I closed my eyes as I leant my head against my knees as I heard the shattering of glass before the screen door slammed shut. Another shattering noise echoed through the house as I heard the cab door slam shut before it took off forever. A lone tear trailed down my cheek as I realise how much of a coward my mother was. More crashes could be heard downstairs and I counted silently in my head, knowing it wouldn't be long before he would be up here laying into me, blaming me for her leaving. I had heard it over and over again for as long as I could remember that everything had been my fault. They had been happy before I came along. I'd been the reason my father had turned to alcohol and why my mother had become a punching bag.

Some days I believed the lies, days like these. Then there were the other days where I knew they were just that, lies. I wasn't to blame, they needed to blame themselves for what our family had become.

I heard his footsteps in the kitchen as he opened the fridge. I heard the clinking of glass and I knew he was reaching for another bottle as I stood knowing what was about to come once he started up the stairs. Sure enough a couple of minutes later the bottom step creaked and I moved right away from the door as his footsteps quickened. I could hear his cursing and slurring as he rushed up the stairs. It took just a few more second before my door was thrown open and I was faced with the man I had the pleasure of sharing DNA with.

"She's fucking gone. It's all your fault. You're the reason she's gone, couldn't deal with your attitude and lack of respect." He spat at me as he walked closer. I didn't move, I knew from experience that if I started to back away I would be worse off.

"Got nothing to say for once huh? Stupid bitch should have gotten rid of you. Can't do anything right." He yelled as he backhanded me and I fell to the floor but I didn't make a sound. He liked that too much so I had learned not to make a sound.

"Get up you slut." I did as I was told, I kept my movements tense and slow. It took only a second before I was on the floor again, another backhand across my cheek.

It took another ten minutes before he left my room, stumbling and slamming my door behind him. I stayed on the floor for another couple of seconds until I heard his weight on the staircase, only then did I pull myself up to a standing position.

Grabbing my backpack I kept packed and hidden away for nights like these I slung it over my shoulder. I flicked the light off and made my way to the window. Opening it as quietly as I could climbing stiffly out of it, aware that my body was burning from the blows.

I made my way silently down the road and let myself into the house four doors up. I saw the glow of the TV in the other room, heard the voices in the kitchen and the squeak of chairs sliding back on the floor.

Walking slowly into the lounge I was glad when it was empty. Cautiously I made my way to the kitchen door and waited there silently. Mr T was the first to look up smiling at something Mia had said. When he met my gaze his smile vanished and anger replaced it instead. He was up and out of his chair before anyone else had a chance to ask what was wrong. He turned my face upwards and gently touched my cheek as I flinched. I refused to meet his eyes, I didn't want to see the anger and pity I knew would be there.

"Where is he?" He ground out.

"Home." I whispered back.

"Where's your mum."

"She left." I said finally meeting his eyes. They were burning with built up anger, something I was used to seeing in other's eyes but for once his anger wasn't directed at me.

"Daddy what's going on?" Mia asked from behind Mr T.

"Go upstairs, have a shower and try and get some sleep. I'll go deal with it." He said ignoring Mia's question.

"Don't… please. He's still my father." I whispered. His eyes softened as he pulled me in for a hug. Ignored the pain in my body as he squeezed me tightly.

"Dom, can you get an ice pack then take Letty upstairs and stay with her." Dom didn't argue and neither did I as I stepped backwards, back into the dark lounge room so Mia didn't see my face. It was really useless but I couldn't deal with it tonight.

"Why do you put up with it Let?" Dom asked softly from behind me as he gently led me upstairs.

"He's my dad. I don't have anywhere else to go." I whispered.

"You have here, if only you'd let dad do something about it."

"If he just stopped drinking everything would be fine." I spoke softly as I was led into Dom's room. I sat down on his bed and let my bag slip off my shoulder.

"We both know that's a lie."

"I love him." Even as I said the words I knew they were empty.

"We both know that's a lie too. You don't put your hands on people you love." He spoke as he held an ice pack to my cheek. I said nothing knowing he was right once again. We went through this at least once a week but I wasn't ready to quit fighting just yet. I still held a tiny bit of hope that something would happen to make him realise his mistakes.

Another no plot fic.

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