My name is Hazel I'm eighteen years old. My mom passed away when I was just fifteen from breast cancer. I live with my stepdad Greg, what happened to my real dad, you might be wondering, who knows he took off the day I was born. I'm guessing he wasn't ready to be a father, so he left my mother and I. Then she met my stepdad Greg, and after 3 years of dating they got married. I thought it was gonna be the best because I finally had a family, I had a dad it was now complete. Then my mom got cancer, she finally passed away after a year of suffering and pain. I lived with my stepdad from there on. And from there it just went down hill. Now here is my hectic life story 3 years later. I'm sitting in my room doing my math homework, and my hair is yanked pulling me out of my chair, falling on to the floor, next thing I know I get a shoe right to the face. He picks me up and throws me against the wall slapping me and punching me, and by this time I'm crying my eyes out. But he keeps on. He keeps hitting and kicking, I smell his breath, he's drunk once again. He needs some help, major help. Then kicks me once more as hard as he could right to the gut. Then tells me to go to my room before he changes his mind. The next morning getting ready for school, my cheek is a dark blue color. Worst bruise he has given me in the last three years. It takes a lot of makeup just to fade it. Then I'm on my way to school. I'm on my high school volleyball team. Since I'm a senior I'm the captain. And today is our last home game. After the volleyball game I head home. I walk in and there are tons of empty beer bottles. He is drunk again.... I know what is about to come. He puts me against the wall, starts kissing me and touching and I'm tears. He pulls off my shirt and throws me on the bed. I try to fight and push and punch, but it's no use. I wake up in the morning, he is gone. But I am unable to move or really even think clearly. But I finally get the strength to get up and go take a shower, and get ready for school. I have bruised finger prints all over my body, I will just have to wear long sleeves and pants today .
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The Happy Ending
FanfictionA girl named Hazel(15) that life itself was over. Until he (Tyler 16) came and swept her off her feet.