•His Angel•

Chapter 1

!TW!
Abuse

I wake up to the sound of what I assume is a glass bottle shattering on the floor. I quickly pull myself up into a sitting position and I look at the clock beside my bed...it's 3:25AM.

I hear footsteps coming upstairs and I pray he is not coming to my room. I lay on my stomach and quickly pull my pillow over my head hoping he will forget that I am even in here.

It's only 30 seconds later until I hear my bedroom door slam open. I only sink further into my bed and keep praying that he will not see me.

I feel my bed sheets being ripped up off of me and my hair being pulled the smell of alcohol immediately enveloping my nose. "I asked for this house to be clean hours ago". My Dad slurs

I cried out in pain my scalp feels like it's being ripped off. Half my body is pulled up and my waist and down still on the bed.

"I-I did clean it you needed it up right when you got home". I said with my voice quivering.

I suddenly feel my body being thrown to the floor and landing flat on my back and the air being knocked out of me.

I feel his foot hit my stomach I immediately feel my insides become mush. I try staying silent staying silent is all I can do.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT".

My father slurs and yells. His foot coming into contact with my stomach repeatedly.

I feel like all of my ribs are broken, at this point I'm on the floor curled up into a ball. I am pulled up from the ground by my hair.

I feel his fist go straight to my face. My head flys back from the sudden impact and he punches me again and again and again until blood is covering my face and I can taste the blood in my mouth.

My head hangs low and he still holds me up by my hair" You we're such a mistake every day I regret fucking that whore and keeping you".

I suddenly get pushed up against the wall a sharp pain shoots through my back.

His hand comes to my neck. I place my two hands onto my fathers hand that is pushed up against my throat.

I think I'm going to die all I can't do is accept it. Not that I would be sad about it.

"You worthless piece of shit". My father slurs, my vision starts to be clouded with darkness until I am thrown onto the floor.

I clasp my throat gasping for air. He picks something up from the floor, I look up and I see a empty glass whiskey bottle in his hand.

"No no no no please dad please". I try to yell, I feel the worst pain shoot through my head that I think I have ever experienced and I hear glass shatter everywhere.

I immediately pass out due to the amount of blood loss and the concussion I now probably have.

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I wake up on the floor and I can't move that's how bad the pain is. My head feel horrible and I feel really dizzy, I find pain killers from beneath my bed and I take them.

How am I even going to manage to function today? I pull myself up into a sitting position on the floor and I use my bed post to stand up.

I limp to the bathroom and I look in the mirror, my hair is matted with glass in it and my face is covered in dry blood.

How could a father do this to his own daughter? Just how. I look at the clock and it's 5:43 in evening. I SLEPT WAY TO LATE MY SHIFT STARTS 7:30

Well I better be quick. I look at my neck and It has a big purple hand mark on it with another black eye and my face.