Abused, Kidnapped, Raped...

Chapter 1

I screamed in pain. That one hurt. But, it's not like they all don't.

"Get the fuck off the ground," He yelled at me. He pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the bathroom. "Look at yourself what do you see!"

I looked at myself in the mirror.  I saw a girl with no friends, an abusive father, no social life. A girl that everyone hates and calls fat. Someone ugly, me. I can't help but, think it when I hear it so many times.

"You know what I see! A worthless piece of shit!" My father screamed at me. He threw another hard punch to my stomach. I dropped to the ground in pain but, he pulled me back up by my hair once again.

"I'm leaving, I'll be back in 2 hours. You are to get the fuck out my house. I never want to see you again, understand? And if you tell anyone about this. I promise I will hunt you down and kill you," I could smell the alcohol off his breath. I nodded my head. He threw me on the ground. Then walked out slamming the bathroom door behind him.

When I heard the front door slam shut I got up. I looked in the mirror. I really am a worthless piece of shit.

I had a bruise on my face and a cut on the side, which was now bleeding. I pulled up my shirt. I had a few bruises on my stomach too. Ouch.

I decided I need to take a quick shower. If I'm never coming back I need to be clean. I turned on the water waiting for it to get warm, before getting in. I washed up and washed my hair.

When I was done I wrapped a towel around me and went in my room. My room was plain. Except my bed and the few clothes I had. I only had 7 pairs of outfits. My dad said I need 7 pairs for each day of the week. He doesn't want to spend more money on me then he has to.

I put on one of my outfits which was a black and white striped shirt. I then decided to slide on a pair of jeans and black flats.

I put everything I had into my suitcase which was, now 6 pairs of outfits and around $1,200 dollars that I have saved up. I put my mom's guitar into the guitar case. Yep, all I have. I put on the necklace my mom bought me for my 14th birthday. It had an 'A' on it. A for Autumn.

The day after my birthday, she died. She died from a car crash. It was a hit and run and they never found the person who crashed into her. That's why my dad abuses me. He says I look too much like my mom so, he doesn't want to see my face.

He also blames me for her death. He said I should've died instead of her.

I grabbed my suitcase and went down stairs. I grabbed a bunch of food out the kitchen. Chips, Cereal, Crackers, Bread, Canned-soup, water, and anything I could find that was non-perishable. I could fit all of it in since I had a lot of room in my suitcase.

I opened the front door. The sun was shining bright and it wasn't that cold outside. Which doesn't happen so often in London. I walked outside.

Today me, Autumn Avery Willow is going to start a better life...

I thought.

(A/N Autumn's outfit on the side --->)