Hey. My name is Paisley. I am 18 years old. I'm a very quiet person. I don't see the meaning of talking if your speaking shit and it doesn't mean anything. I've been told I need to talk more. I choose not too. I don't know the what love means. I've never experience anything but hate since I can remember.
*flashback*
" Get up you lazy piece of shit! " he screamed at me very forcefully
"Yes sir?" I stuttered as I woke up
" You need to get your lazy fat ass up out of this house and do something!" Steve yelled as he slapped me across the face. My face burned in the impact of the forceful blow against the face. I rubbed it softly trying to make the stinging sensation go away. He stomped out of my room slamming the door swiftly as he left. Steve is my stepfather if you were wondering. He is abusive towards me. Always has and always will be. And no I can't do anything about it. He hasn't threatened to kill me if I told anyone and I don't have anyone to live with. My options limited. I sat on my bed thinking about how life would be if mom were still alive. Snap out of it Paisley. You can't afford to think life that. This is your shitty life, get over it!!
*End of Flashback*
I'm sitting in my room on my old laptop. I found this chatting website called random talk and you speak with people you don't know. Complete strangers. I found this guy named Gunning Bradford. Strange name right? Yeah. Thought so. He seams very nice and caring. Gunning is trying to get to know me and who I am. Yeah. My life is so great I wanna share it with random people who I don't even know who the hell they are. I might give him a chanc- BOOM!
"Get off that god damn laptop and get your ass downstairs! You have visitors to see you!" He stuttered. He probably was drunk as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Ok--k" I answered. What the hell was he talking about?! Visitors ?! Who would want to see me?! Something is going on! I know it and I don't like it! Shit is about to go down! With that I walked out of my room down the hall to the end of the stairs. I could see two drunk men staring at me saying
"Co-me ou-tt and pp-ll-aa-yy!" A fat man said in a drunk and flirty tone. Oh shit! I ran to my room and before I could lock my door Steve dragged me out holding me down tying my hands behind my back.
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