Live while we're young

The past

AUTHORS NOTE

PLEASE READ!

SOME SCENES OF CHILD ABUSE AND LANGUAGE IN THIS PART!

PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS!

THANKS!

~izzy

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RILEYS POV!

(In the past)

I am fourteen years old.

I still live with my 'father'.

"RILYN! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!", My 'father' screams.

I hurry down the stairs trying not to damage anything more.

He pulls me down the stairs to the basement.

The basement.

The place where no one can hear me scream.

The place where my father hurts me the most.

Im just lucky he hasn't raped me.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did.", He growls. I gulp.

"Wh-what d-did I d-do?",I find my voice.

"You told one of your classmates about us...so now your going to go blab all this sh*t about me when I've done nothing wrong.", He says innocently.

I snort in my head.

Please.

Before I reply he grabs me by my hair, and pulls me up.

"Ahh!", I scream but nobody can hear me.

"People like deserve punishment.", He growls in my ear.

I don't make eye contact.

I don't want him to see me as weak.

Even though I am.

I haven't eaten in nine days.

Only a cracker that I stole.

"But this time, I'm going to try something new.", He says reaching into his back pocket.

He pulls out something shiny.

A knife.

I scramble up against the wall.

He comes closer until the knife is almost touching my neck.

"One more inch and it will all be over. Nobody would miss you. You know that right?", He ask and I shakilly nod.

"Good cuz this is where it ends.", He says but moves the knife.

I just keep my eyes locked on the knife.

He moves it around but rests it on my temple. He pushes slightly but I feel something trickle down my face.

Blood.

Then I feel the sharp pain.

I hear footsteps pounding upstairs.

I see a bright light and some gunshots.

Then the pain.

I know it's the knife.

I feel it from my shoulder to in between my collar bones.

He missed my neck with the knife.

Before my eyes close i hear a voice that isn't my 'fathers'."it's gonna be alright. Stay awake.", the voice says while brushing my hair out of the wound.