Chapter 1

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Picture of Tyla Woods

If anyone had walked by the house on the corner with the white picket fence and the pink mailbox with little yellow flowers on it they would probably think a perfect little family was inside. But they'd be wrong.

They wouldn't know that the mother was somewhere in California trying to pursue a useless career as an actor.

They wouldn't know the father was an abusive man who let his friends have their way with his daughter.

They wouldn't know that I, Tyla Woods was currently in the bath trying to scrub the blood off my body from the wounds my father had inflicted. They wouldn't know that my father had let his friends touch me. They wouldn't know that after, my father had beaten me severely when I tried to fight back. They wouldn't know that I had my innocence taken away from me when I was 12. They wouldn't know that my dad had tried to kill me twice. They wouldn't know any of it. All because I didn't and wouldn't speak up.

My father was an angry and wanton man. But he hadn't always been like that. There was a time when the family inside the picket fence was perfect. I was daddy's little girl, I was his princess. We were like two peas in a pod until mom left. She told us that she didn't want the life she had now and that I had ruined her life and her body. She said that she wanted to be an actress and that the only time she wanted to be a mother was if it was a role for a movie. Father was angry and heartbroken. After mom left dad had no remorse. He'd constantly call me names, he'd hit me, he'd burn me with cigarettes and anything else he had that was hot. He'd said it was my fault. But I knew it wasn't. I didn't choose to be born and I didn't choose to have a mom who was a selfish bitch and couldn't handle her own responsibilities.

I was only 11. Although I was pretty young I understood it all. But what I didn't understand was that despite the fact that I was my father's daughter I was only gum on the bottom of his shoe to him. How can you live knowing that you've brought harm to your child? How could you live knowing you let your friends touch your child? How can you sleep at night knowing your child is on her room floor laying in her own pool of blood because you weren't man enough to take responsibility.

As the years passed and I got older the beatings became worse and the men multiplied. Somehow despite the fact that my dad was crazy and sadistic he got more friends. Which meant I had more men to please and pleasure at night.

People would probably ask me why I hadn't tried to runaway. I'd tell them that I had but it wasn't successful. What my father did to me that night made me never try again in fear that instead of just a beating I'd die. At school I had no friends everyone thought that I was a freak and suicidal. I didn't care what they thought though. They could believe what they wanted. Sure it got lonely without having friends but I was fine. I had never really needed or wanted one. Until He walked in. Who is he? Skylar Ross. Why is he so important? Well let's just say he saves me. How? Listen to my story and you'll find out. 

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Hello everyone My name is Shawna and this isn't the first time I've written on wattpad but I think it'll be my best time. Lol. I'd appreciate it if one comments and give me criticism or advice,etc.

I'll probably be uploading once a week maybe twice. It depends o if my writing juices are flowing or not.

I really hope you enjoy my first chapter and see where I'm going with this. Skylar Ross is played by Charlie Matthews. Who is a model. Anyway this book is not a prewritten book. I'm actually writing it as I go on. I usually don't do this because its pretty risky and I tend to digress from the main idea sometimes. But I figured why not take a risk? Its life. Let's live it how we want and make the most of it. See I'm already digressing. Well I have to go!!! Bye

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