My Saviour

Chapter 1

Lauren's POV

Just as I came home from the university like I normally did, I unlocked the door and his voice filled the air.
"There you are darling."

He switched on the lights and was sitting just opposite me, his breath smelt of alcohol as he came tumbling to me.

"Leave me alone!!" I yelled but he just held me firmly as I tried to stop him from touching me. "Don't be like that,Daddy just wants to play with you little Lauren."he whispered while unbuttoning my shirt and aggressively coming on me.

"NO NO LET ME GO, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!!"I screamed but I knew even the neighbours couldn't help they were equally afraid of this bastard I call my father.

"Shut up you bitch!" He raged as he connected his fist with my cheek with sent me flying to the other side of the room making my head knock down a lamp.

He pounced on me as I tried to struggle out of him but he wouldn't budge he was too strong,then I did something that I knew could work,

I bit him.

Yes I bit my own father.

He simply flinched and stood up looking at me in disgust, "You asked for this Lauren." He whispered as he brought out his phone and started calling someone.

I took that as my cue and started crawling to the front door. I needed to get out of this hell hole and FAST. I grabbed unto the door knob but I felt someone pull me back, hustling me down on the floor with a loud thud.

I groaned as every part of my body hurt, I struggled not to cry, I wanted to prove I was strong but my own tear glands overtook me as I broke down in tears. I couldn't stand up I'm sure one of my legs and ribs were Broken as he kicked me hard on the ribs and disappeared to the kitchen.

I felt as blood started to come out of my mouth,I just laid there wondering what my father was going to do to me this time.

My mum died when I was eleven years old.

Yes I watched her die, right in front of me.

I WATCHED AS MY LAME EXCUSE FOR A FATHER KILLED HER.

And the truth is my father wasn't always like this. He used to be kind and loving but that all changed overnight. Now he goes through my savings to buy drugs for himself and he treats me worse than a piece of trash.

My thoughts were interrupted as I saw him with two ropes, he hastily tied my two hands above my head and carried me upstairs to my room.

I heard him rambling on and on about something but I couldn't concentrate, the pain was just too much. He threw me on my very own bed and started to laugh as the whole room turned black and my heavy eyelids closed shut.