Chained to you

Chapter 1: Beginning

                                Elora

Everyday I wakeup in the same hell that i fell asleep to, it never ends it's the same cycle everyday I wake up and I crawl off the floor were I passed out from, I scurry to my family's run down kitchen and I hurry to make breakfast before the monster comes down to strike again.

Today is no different then yesterday or the day before it's been this way since my mom ran out on us when i was 13 so that would make this 5 years ago that my father started to beat me all because she left him. Who could blame her he beat her before me and now i'm just his new punching bag.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU WORTHLESS BITCH" my father screamed at me.

Just great I thought he would sleep a little longer since he got more pills last night I guess I took longer to wakeup then i thought.

"I'm in the kitchen father" I called out to him while finishing his scrambled eggs.

Maybe if I hurry up and get out of his way he won't hit me for taking so long.

"What the fuck is taking you so long, i need my fucking breakfast dumbass" he snarls at me.

"I'm so sorry father it won't happen again I promise" I spoke softly.

"Just get the fuck outta my face" he spits at me while taking a bite out of his eggs.

Well at least he didn't hit me like last time i thought to myself as i walked out of the kitchen and into my room that's the size of a closet. All that I have in my room is a little pallet of old towels as my bed and one book called Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell, it was my moms book that she left so i decided to keep it and hide it from my father so he couldn't burn it like the rest of my moms stuff.

I wish I had a phone or just anything to keep my mind occupied with instead of reading my book over and over again but we are dirt poor and if my father does get any money he spends it on drugs instead of food or rent or literally anything that could help us survive in this rundown house we call a home but of course i'm not as lucky as some people in this life but one day i'll get out of here i just hope it's before he kills me.

My father doesn't let me leave the house he says nobody wants to see an ugly bitch with a busted up face and a scrawny body but it's not my fault he beats me everyday and rarely lets me eat and when he does let me eat it's scraps that he's either chewed on or stepped on but when you're starving and you're afraid you'll never eat again you'll eat just about anything to survive.

If i'm being honest i don't even want to leave the house anymore i used to 2 years ago when i was 16 and I would watch kids my age walk across the street with their friends and go to school, I haven't been to school since my mother left us, the day she left was the day my father took me out of school and nobody even noticed I was gone I mean it's not like i had any friends to notice but i thought at least my teachers would but no I guess my father was right I am a nobody and I will always be one.