I'm Here

chapter 1

my mother passed in a car crash a few years earlier. I cry every night. My father went from fun and loving to fighting and hateful. He was always there. I didn't go to school. My dad never let me leave the house. He blamed my mom's death all on me. By the way my name is Emma. I am sixteen. My nights will be somewhat OK until he turns into a drunk maniac. This happens nearly every night. He has done some drastic things, and it is only getting worse. Last night he not only hit me but he made me kiss him. I hope this doesn't happen again, but with my luck it will. My dad's name is Ben and he is thirty three. His birthday is in two days. He will be 34 then. I'm scared to think about what will happen to me. Right now I am upstairs in my room. I don't know where my dad went. I think he is downstairs, but he could be anywhere. There were thuds coming up the stairs. My heart started to race. The door to my room slammed open and hit my wall. I screamed and backed against my wall. He was drunk. Again. He walked over to me and grabbed my hair. He pulled me off my bed. I screamed in pain but he didn't care. In fact all he did was laugh. He dragged me to his room and shut the door. He had chains all over the walls. The ring of keys hung on the door nob. He threw me against the wall and hooked my hands and feet in place. He tightened the chains where my legs and arms were spread apart. I was used to him taking off my shirt and shorts. He did that and then wrapped one of the many torture devises that he had. He took hold of the brown leather whip. Fist he took tape and taped my mouth. There wasn't even any point to try and scream. He hit me multiple times and tears fell down my cheeks. An hour later he stopped and unchained me. I fell to the ground and gripped my stomach. He kicked me and slapped me around a few times before telling me to leave.
"Get out of my house you slut!" He yelled.
I was used to verbal abuse. This happened even when I wasn't doing anything. I stood up and limped to my room. it was getting close to 9 and I was tired. I laid down in my bed wishing that I could just call for help. Not happening. The phone was in my dad's room and he always kept his door locked. I covered myself with the blankets and fell into a deep sleep.
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I woke up to a beeping. My alarm clock.
"Ugh," I sighed.
I tried to hit snooze but couldn't. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I noticed that my clothes were still off and my cuts turned to dry bloody cracks and holes. They were purple and blue around the edges. Time to go clean up. I stood up and walked quietly out. Tip toeing to the bathroom and shutting the door. I took a wash rag and wetted it. Easily I dabbed all the blood away. I winced at certain points and cried at others. Afterwards I walked back to my room. My dad had thrown all the pictures of my mom away. I didn't. I hid all mine. There were only a few. I locked my door and took them all out. Tears filled my eyes. Seeing her so happy. A few had me in them.
"Mom," I cried, "I miss you so much mommy. Why did you have to go?"
By now it was close to ten. I put the pictures away and unlocked door. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I got a glass of orange juice.
"Another day," I sighed "is about to begin."

So what do you guys think? I know the first chapter was short but it was just a lay out! Comment, vote, whatever you need to do!!! I will do my best to keep up with the story! So see ya later...