Chapter 1 (TW)

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A/N, this whole book needs a trigger warning!!! This book involves, rape, sexual harassment, abuse and self harm. Perhaps more. I'll try and place a trigger warning on every chapter. But if you don't think you can handle the things I listed I beg you to not read this book. But I hope you enjoy.

The smell of bear roamed my nose. Picking at every nerve I had in me. He was drinking again. The nerve of him. He told me he was going to his meetings, he lied... again.
"Where are you?" His voice stung my ears like the cuts on my body.
He was like a bee, no not a bee - a wasp. Stinging me over and over, listening to my cries of pain but never stopping. He didn't want to stop. He found pleasure in this... didn't he?

And there's nothing I can do to stop his stings...

"Right here" I peaked my head out the bedroom door.
He began to pace himself towards me. "I won't hurt you I just had one bear I promise."
He sounded sober. But his foot pattern told my other wise. And the bear cans stacked upon the counters said so to.
Backing up I grasped the door handle considering shutting it and blocking out his screams and yells.

I want to block his horrid stings...

My eyes flooded like a wave. My ocean blue eyes turning into a tsunami.
Some days I wanted to rip out my eyes so I don't look so much like my father.

So I don't look so much like a stinging wasp...

He stumbled onto the door next to mine. "I know you had a math test today. How did you do?" He glared into my welling eyes.
Gulping down my fear and spit I began to choke up the truth. "I failed. But it's not my fault!" I begged for mercy. I couldn't think of an excuse on time.

He stung me...

Holding my hand to my cheek I looked up into his eyes.

Rage. A wasp ready to string again...

"Next time study you you understand?" He spat onto me.
"Yes sir" i whispered. Calling him dad or father brought shame to him. He often told me how he couldn't believe I was his daughter. He hated it. The thought of it made him choke.

I often think, "how can this stumbling and fumbling dumb ass be my father?" He just is...

Turning away he choked on his pride, throwing it up all over the floor. How could he be proud of hitting his own daughter and spitting on her!?
Every part of me wanted to run up and attack him. Stumble him to the ground and strangle him. Watch his raging eyes fall life less.

I wanted to sting him. Sting him hard...

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