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Background Story. I was 13 when it all happened. I was living a good life with my so called dad and mom. All was great. I was scoring good grades and i had genuine friends until one day. One day though..the day that ruined everything for me. It was 8/18 when i got home from school and i was in my room trying to rest and prepare for my exams coming up. I was on my study table studying Biology when my door opened wide. It was my father. He looked at me with anger and rage in his eyes and he was holding a bottle of beer in his hand. I don't think thats his first bottle. He stumbled toward me and we looked at eachother for 2 minutes and i wanted to ask if he was okay when he grabbed my arms and held me to his face and said "what did i do wrong to get a daughter like you?" I looked at him with shock as he said those words with no mistake. He pushed me onto the floor making my head slightly hurt and he slapped me on my face continuously but he stopped. I winced each time he did until my left cheek was red. He stonped on my stomach with no remorse as i coughed up blood and it left a metallic taste in my mouth. He continued to hit me for what felt like 30 minutes. I could feel my eyes swelling from all the tears. I yelled for my mother to come help but she wasnt home. I yelled at him to stop it and that it was hurting but he didnt stop. I remember him getting closer to my face and saying "i wish you werent mine." and all i could see was black. I could feel but i couldn't open my eyes wide..they were half closed but i could hear. I heard a bag dropping to the floor and a female yell my name and shaking me vigorously..it was my mom. "Momma...he hit me" and my eyes fully closed. All i could feel was cold air and i could hear police sirens and my mom crying and saying "im so sorry baby" . . . I felt this bright light lay on my face and my eyes could open. I opened my eyes and it was so bright. I tried to focus my eyes so i could see and I saw my mom looking at me with relief and sorrow in her eyes and my head hurt like a motherfuc- "Aaliyah? Aaliyah? Can you hear me ?" "yes." I moved my haircus it was in my vision. It was a doctor and my mom in the room but where was he? "Aaliyah. You were hit multiple times at around 8:58pm in your bedroom and have minor injuries. You may feel like your face is swollen but its not. You were bleeding internally but we made it stop. Please, feel free to let me or your mother know you are feeling anytime during your stay here..okay sweetie?" "Okay ma'am." And she left. I looked at my mom and started crying. "Mommy where were you? He hit me so bad he he.." She immediately hugged me as i cried on her shoulder cus i was in a hospital bed. "Liyah baby i am so sorry i was delayed at work I didnt know he was drunk. Its okay baby its okay" A police officer walked in and looked at me with concern. "Hi im Officer Jacobs and i just want to ask Aaliyah some questions if that would be okay." mom agreed "Aaliyah if you need me imma be right outside this door okay?" I nodded signaling okay and she left. "Aaliyah baby..the person who beat you was a male or female?" "Male..it was my father. He came into my room drunk and said some words." "What words?" I looked at Ms Jacobs trying to hold back tears. I had that chunk in my throat. "Cmon baby you can tell me." "He said that he wish he didnt have a daughter." I looked at her again and i could see her heart dropped. She looked at me and shed a tear. She slowly grabbed my head and hugged me "Aaliyah i am so so sorry this happened to you. You didnt deserve it. Im so sorry." I nodded. She then said "We gon find your dad and hes gonna pay for this baby. I promise you." "Okay. " With that, she walked out the room. I tried to stand up and walk up to the door. I was feeling a little weak in my legs but managed to open the door, i couldnt see my mom but there was a group of people but there was one person who stood out the most. It was a boy who looked 14ish and he had black/blonde dreadlocks and he looked like he broke his arm. He looked at me with no emotion..just nonchalant. His eyes were dropped. He looks rather strange. I saw my mom walking towards the door holding papers...she made me sit "What papers are those..?" "Oh nun just some things for work." I shrugged.
