Hi, my name is Gabriella. Not Gabi, not Ella, not Brie… Just plain Gabriella. I don't really have friends to give me nicknames. I live with my … Father. I guess you could call him that. I don't really think of him as my dad but more like a living hell. After my mom died, he did it to me. You don't know what I'm talking about? You'll see when he gets home. Just wait…

Gabriella looked in the mirror but immediately turned away. She couldn't look at her bruised face, arms, body any longer. She hated them. She took a hoodie from her closet and tried to get it on without painlessly. She slowly slid the sleeves over her arms over her bruises and winced in pain.

A slam of a door filled the house. Gabriella cringed. Quick footsteps, plates fell to the floor.

'GABRIELLA! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE! NOW!' She heard her father yell.

Gabriella quickly ran down the stairs making as little noise that she could and slowly walked in the kitchen.

'Yes, Dad?' Gabriella softly asked, kind of hoping he didn't hear it.

'Don't start like that! You know what you did! You stupid bitch!' He yelled getting closer to Gabriella.

'I- I'm sorry dad. I didn't do anything on purpose. Please, can you first calm down a …' She said but her voice slowly faded looking at her dad's face getting more red then before. Now he was so close she could smell the alcohol in his breath. She had to turn her face away trying not to retch.

'I'M NOT CALMING DOWN!!! You spend all my money, you slut! Now, you'll be punished like you deserve!'

This happens everyday after school. My dad gambles everyday with his paycheck, loses and blames me after a few drinks. Always the same and then he…

Gabriella's thoughts were interrupted when she saw her dad picking up a plate and throwing it at her. Gabriella tried to duck but the plate hit her arm. He threw it so hard it broke and a few splinters got stuck in her arm. Before Gabriella got a chance to look down on her arm, she felt blood dropping out of the deep cuts. She quickly pulled out the splinters and winced in pain.

'YOU'RE JUST THE SAME AS YOUR FUCKING, STUPID MOTHER! Always taking my money and spend it!' He yelled at her.

Gabriella clenched her fists when he talked about her mom about that. Tears formed in her eyes when she thought about her, she remembered the pain, suffering, the death… and the one night she discovered what her poor mother had to go through every night.

**14 YEARS AGO**

Gabriella was sitting on her bed listening to the screaming,

fighting, crying and shouting. Gabriella climbed off her bed and

silently walks over to her parents bedroom. She was rubbing her eyes

trying to make them get used to the dark hallway.

She reached the bedroom door, opened it a bit and looked in.

'You stupid, lazy bitch! I work ALL DAY to get some money and you only think of yourself!' Her dad yelled, drunk, again.

'John, John, please, I'm sorry you lost the gamble but I can't…' Her mom begged.

'DON'T YOU DARE PUT THE BLAME ON ME! You did this! YOU!'

'Please, stop yelling, think about Gabriella… She's asleep. Don't wake her up. Please, John. Our baby doesn't deserve this…'

'OUR BABY?! She's screwed because YOU spend all our money on YOU en now we have nothing left for HER, MARIA! She's gonna be a fucking bitch when she grows up!' He yelled and then looked at Maria's growing belly. 'And I told you, I didn't want another stupid child to look after! Always trouble!'

Maria had a few tears rolling over her cheeks when she heard her husband's hurting words.
'Please, Don't say that, John. You don't mean that.' She put her arms around her belly.

In less then a second John was holding Maria's throat with one hand and pulled her up against the wall. 'What did you say? Did you speak back to me?' He asked threatening.

Maria was now choking and gasping for air.
'Don't kill me. I'm not worth going to jail for. Don't go to jail for just killing me… Please?' Maria whispered.

'You're right, you're worthless!' He threw her to the ground and start pacing in the room.

Maria sits up and relaxes a little more. She takes away her hands of her belly to whipe her forehead.

John turns around and kicks her in the stomach, pushing her in a mirror. The mirror falls so pieces and get stuck in het back.

Maria grabbed her stomach and started rocking back and forth, weeping, knowing her baby boy would be born dead…

'I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT YOUR FILTHY CHILD, BITCH!' John yelled.

Gabriella quickly ran back to her room and heard her dad storming down the stairs. Her head kept repeating what just happened. The yelling, punching, kicking and crying…

** End of flashback.**

Gabriella just closed her eyes, took a deep breath, turned around and looked in her dad's furious eyes. Maybe saying the exact same thing as her mother would be her saving for tonight.

'I- I—I'm just not worth it dad…' She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his face. The whole house was quiet. Gabriella slowly opened her eyes, thinking her dad has left the room. But there he was his face bright red, nostrils spread and his fists clenched.

'You're worthless… You should know that. But I'm not done with you!' He said and slapped her across the face. 'And I will find a way for you to pay me back the money you spend!' He threw her to the ground and left her.

Gabriella lay on the floor with her bleeding arms wrapped around her legs, pressing her burning cheek to the cold floor.

Yes, this is it. Everyday over and over again. Dad was actually very nice today. Uggh, Come on Gabriella! You can't lay here all day…

Gabriella got up slowly wincing in pain and walked over to the sink cleaning the wound and took a bandage and put it around her painful arm.

'When on earth will this all end?' She whispered whipping her tears with her sleeves. She slowly walked up the stairs and saw her dad sleeping on the cough. She gets in her room, takes off her clothes, goes in the bathroom to brush her teeth and face and got in bed. After a few hours, she finally got some sleep.

Gabriella's eyes fluttered open and immediately remembered what happened yesterday. She slid out of bed carefully and looked at her bed and sighed. Her bed was red of the blood.

'I'll get that later…' She murmured to herself.

She walked to her closet and put on a baggy sweater and pants and walked down the stairs to take something to drink and eat and run back unnoticed.

There he is, eating his breakfast like nothing happened. Doesn't he love me at all? Doesn't he feels sorry? Of course he doesn't. Not in 14 years… Maybe if I slowly walk past him he won't get mad.

She slowly walks past him, still hoping he wouldn't notice and wouldn't look up from his paper.

''Morning!' He said.

'Goodmorning dad.' She whispered and was about to walk out of the kitchen when..

'Wait!!! I got a call from your 'friend' Mona's mom… She said she was worried about you.' He said glaring at her.

If looks could kill…

'I-I- I had no id—.' Gabriella was interrupted by her dad pushing her up against the wall by her throat.

'YOU TOLD HER, DIDN'T YOU?!!' He yelled.

'NO! NO! I didn't! I swear, dad… Please.' Gabriella begged crying.

'Really!'

'She just got suspicious. She doesn't believe me anymore when I tell her I slipped and fell down. She always asks me if have new bruises EVERYDAY. I just laugh it away but it won't keep working.' Gabriella said.

'Find another excuse!' He said, letting her fall to the ground.

Gabriella put her hands on her throat and taking deep breaths.

'I've tried anything I could. I'm out of excuses. I 'm sorry.' She whispered.

'THEN WE'LL MOVE! Get out of my way!' He said as he kicked her aside and left the house.

Gabriella put her hands on her side, pressing it so the pain would fade.

Mom, I need you…

Everything went black.

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