Alice is a 14 year old, but her mind is a lot more mature than any other 14 year old. Surviving leukemia, losing her mother at a young age, having an abusive step-dad.
But what if one day everything changes.
One day after her step-dad died. She hea...
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♡Dead people recief more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.♡
~Anne Frank.
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~♡~ Alice P.O.V. ~♡~
"Please. Stop, please stop." It starts hard too get a breath in. "I forget. I'm sorry. Sir, please stop. Please." A kick was followed to my ribs. The air that was left in my long escapes. I see his hand raise. I try to protect my face with my arms , but I feel his other hand grab them and hold them above my head. A stinging feeling follows. "Sir, the school will notice, if you don't stop now. Please, listen sir." He slaps me again.
He stands up and walks away. With his back turned to me he says. "You are worthless. If I get a call from the school you are going to regret it. Hide the bruises for your own good, wordless child." While I see his body getting smaller and smaller as he walks away. I can barely hear him. He is muttering all things about me under his breath.
The only thing I can think about as I lay here is that 'he never leaves me like that', what is going to happen when I get back?
Okay let me introduce myself to you. My name is Alice Aurora Jones (Danthe's last name). I don't know what my mom's last name was because she never told me. I wish I had my mom's last name. I am 14 years old and I am in my sophomore year. Yea, I kind of skipped a grade, but that's really all of it. I don't have any friends. So it's just ... me.
Me against the world.
I love my life so much.
There was already a weed and alcohol smell on his breath. It was just 8am. It will only get worse from here on. Can I just stop living right now? No one would even care. No one would even miss me. I slowly start walking to my room to clean myself up. Can school not just last forever?
After I clean my wound the best I can. I put on make-up on the wounds that are visible.
He gets mad for no reason the last month. Today Danthe got mad just because I didn't make his breakfast, but I always finish on time. Today was just my unlucky day. A day he waked up early.
