A Journey Of Faith

A Turn For The Worse........

A week later, things still seemed pretty nice, we still felt safe... Nothing was going to be a threat towards me, silver mist or heather........ Right.....? Wrong..... Things.... Took a turn for the worse.... Bill started getting more and more violent... Taking all of his rage out on me, silver mist, and heather..... He didn't do anything physically to hurt us....... Yet.....

*one stormy night*

Me: -screams and cries from hearing thunder-

Bill: -walks into the room- WHO IS CRYING IN HERE?!

Me: -screams and cries more-

Bill: -screams and grabs me by the throat- SHUT UP!!!! YOU BETTER SHUT UP NOW, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!

Me: -chokes, trying to scream and cry out-

Bill: -tightens his grip on my throat- SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, YOU BITCH! YOU WERE A MISTAKE, YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN! YOU WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A WORTHLESS, USELESS, HELPLESS, PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!!

Heather: -running in at full speed, knocking bill off of me, as I lay there barely breathing, still crying- GET OFF OF MY PUPS!!!

Bill: -gets enraged- THEY ARE PATHETIC, THEY SHOULD HAVE EITHER BEEN ABORTED OR NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL!!!!!!! THEY WILL ALWAYS BE NOTHING BUT USELESS, WORTHLESS, HOPELESS, PEICES OF SHIT, THAT NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE AND OR CARE ABOUT!!!!!!

Heather: -grabs both me and silver mist, leaves the room saying "you can sleep alone on the floor tonight!"-

*that same night in heathers room*

Heather: -starts crying-

Me: what's wrong mommy?

Heather: -tries to hide her tears- N-nothing honey... Go back to sleep baby girl okay? -kisses Faith's forehead-

Me: -yawns and falls back asleep, nuzzling close into my mothers arms with silver mist-

A/N: this sadly is all I have written so far of my first story, so I hope you enjoy it so far!!!
~Faith ❤️