Dear Diary, July 23rd, 2014
I got a beating yesterday. When I came home dad and It were drunk and clearly not amused by my absence. I tried to avoid it but he was too quick. His belt was off and flying through the air before I could even inhale. Cowering down I tried to protect my face as much as possible, taking hit after hit as It screamed down at me. Involuntary tears were streaming down my face as the belt broke my skin. Begging for him to stop, screaming that I was his only daughter, I had curled into myself. Twenty minutes later he finally decided that he was done with me, kicking me away from him. Slowly I pulled myself up, trying to avoid my shirt rubbing against the new welts on my back and sides. Going into my room I gently rolled onto my bed, clenching my jaw at the pain … I guess I should explain to you who It is. Well when I was 12 my mom died of cancer … two years later I came home to find dad in a very … promiscuous situation with a random blonde. One month later, heels and perfume are scattered around the house. I never gave myself the task of learning her name since she meant nothing to me and would never replace my mom. So she officially remains It until I’m no longer bothered by her presence. Goodbye for now …
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