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kayla pov | 2014 | 1:13 am | Atlanta, Georgia 📍

"Please stop I'm sorry" I cried to my step father as he beat me with an charger cord

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"Please stop I'm sorry" I cried to my step father as he beat me with an charger cord

"What I tell you about talking back to your mother" he said aggressively and spit in my face

" i- i- i didn't meant to" I spoke as I sobbed

"What happens when bad little girls do bad things" he asked

"Th- they get punished" I said rubbing the bruise that was on my arm

He didn't say nothing after he just grabbed my arm pulled me in the room and locked the door

I didn't understand what I did wrong all I said was I wasn't hungry

He threw me on the bed and pulled down both of our pants and underwear leaving us both naked

He took his wee wee out and start pushing it in my private part at first it hurted but I'm used to it now so it doesn't hurt anymore

After about 10 minutes he put his pants back on and left leaving me bottomless with blood on the bed

He would do this a lot and my mom would just sit there and let him. that made me feel unwanted and pointless. the only person that make me feel loved is my 74 year old grandmother she would make sure I eat, and my hair was done.

The last time I seen my real father was when I was five and when my mother first began doing drugs after that I haven't heard from him since

"Clean this shit up and go to your room " my mother said stumbling into the room " yes ma'am" I responded 

I got up and start picking up the empty liquor bottles and cigarette butts and threw them away then I started washing the dishes and vacuuming the floor

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after the whole house was clean i went in my room and started silently crying so they won't hear me

truth be told I was hurt I felt uncomfortable, misled, and useless I feel like nobody in this world want me and I will be better off dead

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A few years later...... (in 8th grade)

"what happened to your face?"  my teacher mrs Wesley asked me

lmfaooo wtf is mrs westley😭😭~ author

" I f-f fell down the stairs"  I lied hoping she would believe me

"girl no the fuck you didn't you know yo stepdad be beating on you" a girl mumbled under her breath make everyone laugh

"everyone quiet" the teacher raised her voice

"we'll finish talking later" the teacher said pointing to me

"okay" I said quietly

i don't know why this bitch always making it her business to worry about me and what i got going on at home like she literally do to much

and she knew that i was the quiet kid so she would always call on me or make me present first

I really hate this school but this the only school that's close enough for me to walk to because the other. schools are three or four miles away and my school is only 2 

I feel like this the worst school in atalanta the kids literally do to much they always trying to bully me or talk about me but I don't care because I know that i'm ugly I stank and whatever else they be saying

I wish I could say it didn't get to me but it did so I tried to hang my self but it it didn't work so I began to cut my wrist so help numb the pain.








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