I'm so incredibly scared. He locked me in the closet again. Just like every other day. It's become a routine for me, ya know? Be locked up, slapped and punched, then thrown outside onto the hard pavement. None of our neighbors have seen my father's horrible actions yet. To be completely honest, I don't want them to see. I slid down to the ground and sobbed. This was so normal for me. The last time I ever smiled was when my aunt got me a puppy. Then my father gave it away, because he said I was a brat and didn't deserve nice things. I don't what I did to him to make him hate me, but apparently I did something. Maybe it was because of my mother's death? I don't know. It's hard for me to believe my father has a good side. In my eyes, he's practically the devil. I froze when he started to unlock the closet door. I prepared myself for a good amount of slaps and punches, but they never came. He just looked at me with disgust and pulled me up by the arm. "Ow.." I whimpered. "DID I SAY YOU COULD CRY?!" He screamed at me. "No, sir." I squeaked under his bad breath. I didn't know where we were going, but he threw me into the car and drove off. "Your staying at the orphanage for a few days, because I'm gonna be out. Understand?" He glared at me. "Yes, sir." I repeated. He hadn't given me the chance to pack up clothes and what not. The insane man mumbled something under his breath, but I didn't hear. We arrived at the small building in fifteen minutes. I scrambled out the car before he could drag me out himself. A tall woman smiled warmly at us. "Hi, you must be Rillie and your father." She said, hugging me tightly. "Don't treat her like that." My father spat at the women. She stared at him in surprise. "All girls should be treated nicely." She protested. "Not that brat." He hissed back. "Do whatever you want to do with her, just make sure it's nothing nice and keep her alive." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Now I wanted to stay at the orphanage for good. My father left and the woman held me tightly. "I'm sorry baby girl." She said, stroking my hair. I just nodded and followed her inside. "My name's Canna." Was all she told me for the rest of the day.
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I'm Not Normal.
Teen FictionRillie is a fourteen year old girl with a troubled life. Her mother died in a car crash when she was only two months old, leaving her with an insane father. She is forced to clean the whole house everyday, and is not aloud to leave school, no matter...