Harmed (Jc Caylen FanFiction)

chapter 1

Tears rushed down my face, this time he had really hurt me. My wrist was all swollen and red. It was bad.
"Hazel what the fuck, don't you ever run from me again! Im your father! " my dad ran into the room. He saw that i was crying and he put this look on his face. The same look he gave my mom before she died, his face was a sort of twisted with a crooked smile. It frightened me. How does he do this to a poor little 17 year old girl? more importantly, how does he do this to his own child?
He wiped my tears. "Hazel I don't like to hit you but... " he had a devil look in his face "you make me mad" he said this through his teeth and i slid back on the bed a little. Right their i wanted to tell him off. If you don't like to hit me, why would you keep doing it.. FOR TWO YEARS! I didn't have enough courage, plus i was already hurt enough for the day.
That night i laid in bed thinking about what he had done. i honestly I'm pretty sure my wrist was broken.
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i shut my locker door and pick up my books. the heaviness is really making my wrist kill me but i just need to work with it. I sit down in my homeroom seat and rub my arm. its all black and blue.
" ha i bet you hurt it by tripping over your midget legs, ha you weirdo"
i have always been short for my age. my mom always told me that one day i was going to start growing and be the perfect size. a tear rolled down my cheek and i quickly wiped it up, no need to be embarrassed for that either.
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that night i come home and my dad is in his boxers drinking a beer while clicking the remote to the tv. i scurry past him to the stairs when he stops me.
" oh so what are you to 'cool' to say hello to me? come here bitch! " he grabs a belt and leans out of the chair.
i stand there knowing if i move he will hurt me even more. before my eyes could see it he whips me hard on the back of the thigh. it stings.
"I'm sorry father" i say not knowing what is respectful and what is not. i run up the stairs with tears running, making sure not to make a sound. it stings.
i lay in my bed with my thoughts roaring, should i do something? maybe he is right. i try to think of some solutions. if i tell someone he will kill me with his own hands and burry me alive... maybe i could run away. i sat up. if i run away, i wont get into any trouble, i could probably just stay at that rusty motel across the highway, i thought. for once in my life i was happy. it stings. i had a plan. i had to finish school though. the night of graduation, i will pack a bag and leave. he will never know. ill never be hit again.
i lay back onto my pillow and smile. it stings.
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hey guys so this is new to me because i usually don't write fan fic. but I'm trying lol. my name is savanna and I'm 12 yrs and i live USA. hopefully you guys like it. I'm going to try to update asap but I'm usually busy so. let me know in the comments if you like it.
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