Adopted By Heathers

Chapter 2: The Monster I Created

this chapter is kinda evil

willow gets abused

Chapter 2:

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"Stupid- *slap* slut- *slap* dyke- *slap*" "Stop!" I yell, holding my bruised hands up to try and stop the slaps coming to my face and neck. This new family is pure evil. I can't do this anymore. They know I'm lesbian, and they have been abusing me ever since. My arms and legs are covered with bruises. "Please... stop" I whimper, trying to shield myself. But they don't. They keep doing it until my arms and legs are purple with bruises. 

Then the man looks at me and points upstairs. "Go." he says. I slowly walk up, rubbing my legs, and come to my bedroom. If you can call it a bedroom. But right now I'm not worried about that. The family isn't afraid of child support coming after them. They will visibly pinch me in crowds. It's not gone above that, but my foster dad is a boiling pot of acid. One second, and it'll overflow, destroying everything that comes into its path. Even if it's his foster daughter.

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"What did you say theater slut?" I wasn't kidding when I said this family abuses me in public. It's mainly the dad though. The other members just call me slut, theater dyke, and more wonderful nicknames. But it's mainly the dad that does the actual abusing.  But I should probably stop thinking about that right now, and concentrate on the situation I've gotten myself into. 

"What did you say?" my foster dad says, putting his face right up to mine. I cringe away from it. "N-nothing!" I say hastily, backing up against a wall. "Don't give me that rubbish! You said something, you dyke! Speak up and tell me what you said!" "I didn't say anything!" I scream, hoping that he won't hit me. But I've given up on dreams lately. They never seem to come true. He punches me again and again, sending my head reeling, banging, against the brick wall that he's pinned me against. He grabs the pocket knife he always seems to have and draws deep welts across my skin. 

Blood spurts all over me, and my vision starts to go cloudy. My foster dad has stopped cutting. I think he's been pulled away from me. I faintly see a group of people rushing towards me, and my foster father being pushed away from me, then I fall to the ground, and everything goes black.