I was so so very wrong. He came in my room and took me out from under my bed by my hair. There I was face to face with my father. I hated to call him that my father but that was who he was. The smell of alcohol on his breath made it hard to breath. "Please let me go" I pleaded. "Why I just want to see my daughter" he spat. I cringed at the word daughter." Let me go" I screamed soon regretting it. When I got the words out my mouth there was pain in my cheek. He just slaped me I played on the ground holding my head while he beat me. I know I was un able to fight back. I just wanted to curl in a ball and die.
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Teen Fictionhi I'm angel James I have black hair but at least it matches my black and blue face from all the abuse. I love to play guitar and sing but not in front of people. I also skate board. I am the girl who sits in the back of the class so beaten up and...
