Waiting for Superman - Louis Tomlinson

Prologue

"Mary!!!!!" the raspy slurred voice rang through my ears.

     Closing my laptop and hiding it under my bed, I stood up next to my bed with a panicked expression on my face. I was used to this, but it still scared me to think about the pain that was yet to come. I didn't know how long it would last this time.

 "Mary!! Why the hell are my clothes not clean yet?!" my 'father' asked bursting into my room.

 He was drunk again, and I could smell the strong scent of whiskey burning my nostrils.

"I-I forgot to wash them earlier, they're in the drier now." I rubbed my arm as I tried to find a reason to get the beating done faster.

"I wanted my clothes done by now!" He said grabbing my arm digging his fingers into my skin leaving bruises.

         He slammed me against my wall causing me to groan from the pain that surged through my bruised and cut body. Yes, there are more bruises. The worst part of me is my arms. The markings aren't from him though. I never cry when he beats me, because it just makes him continue. I haven't cried since I was six. Yes, that's how long the abuse has been happening. You'd think that some body would be here to help me. Waiting for a superman is pointless. No one will ever save me from this hell. I know what you're thinking, 'you look like you're almost eighteen. You can just leave'. There's the problem. He won't let me leave. I'm some sort of punching bag to him, and he always takes his anger out on me. Almost two hours have gone by, and he still hasn't stopped with the beating. This is it, this might be the one that kills me......good.