The Start

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Ava curled up on the small bed. Her father reared up from the darkness and she whimpered, then he slashed out with his belt. It hit Ava hard across the cheek and drew blood, which mixed with her salty tears. Her struck again, and caught her in a glancing blow across the eye. It blinded her and she rolled over, grabbing hold of the bed sheets. But it didn't work and she rolled onto the floor before coming to rest pathetically at her fathers feet. A snarl stretched across his face and he kicked her in the gut. A grunt escaped her. He kicked again, his menacing smile stretching wider and wider with each kick. When he heard the crack of one of her ribs breaking, he was finally satisfied, and walked off, leaving her bleeding onto the mucky carpet.

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Please go to one of the chapters titled '2'

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