Help me: Fonnie (foxyxbonnie)

1: first impressions

Welp, i did it!

I made another fonnie book!

Im so sorry for abandoning my other one.

I promise i will finish this one.

Unless i die.

Then i cant update.

But as long as i am alive, i should be able to update.

Alright, another attempt at writing a good FanFic!

(its unlikeky that it will be good, but oh well)

Btw Foxy's name is Flynn.

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Bonnie's POV

"You little bitch!" My father said before smacking me hard across my face.

"Dad...stop! Please!" I pleaded with him, as tears rolled down my face.

He kicked me on the chest, as he spit out more and more words.

"Your just like your mother....that bitch, I fucking hated her."

"Then why did you marry her?! If you didn't, I wouldn't have existed!"

"Huh, didn't think it was such a bad idea getting with her then! Now i fucking regret it, because now i'm stuck with your useless ass self."

He hit me straight in the eye, causing me to yell in pain.

"Now get out of my sight you little fucker!" He threw one last punch at me, which happened to be directly to my stomach.

I watched as he left the room, leaving behind his daughter, whom is in pain.

I crawled upstairs to my room, which is just a storage closet.

I made my way to the bathroom and took a look at myself in the mirror.

"Ugh, how am i gonna cover this up now?" I asked myself, looking at my now black eye.

I looked around the bathroom looking for something to cover it up. I searched under the sink, which was unsurprisingly empty.

I searched the medicine cabinets, which contained nothing but an empty pill bottle from my past attempts.

Even though i'm searching, i have no idea what for. I don't have anything in mind that could help, other than make up, but i don't use or own make up.

"You know what?" i slammed my head on the table hard, "I sick of this, I need to get out of here."

I went into my room (i hardly call a storage closet a room) and grabbed anything i needed.

I put a bottle of water, a few chip bags, twenty bucks (which is all i had), and an old ass phone i payed for with my own money, into my backpack.

It's not much, but its all i had.

I made sure my father was asleep when i left, I just hope i dont make enough noise to wake him up.

As i reached for the doorknob, i heard my father make a muffled noise.

I turned around to see my father, awake, looking straight at me, anger glistened in his eyes.

"And where do you think your ass is going this damn fucking late?" He said, alcohol in his breath.

He was staring at me, as if he knew what i had planned.

"Nowhere...." I said, twisting the doorknob and opening it slowly, my eyes carefully watching out for my father. "...of your concern."